One being awfully too familiar with the sound of the metal hissing, as its getting dipped into the cooler after reaching temperature high enough to make it glow, the loud and sharp thundering of the hammer smashing down onto the slightly molten matter, and the cracking fire escaping from the smelter. No, Drakes was one who could never mistake these sounds, as the barracks were located next to the forge in the knight’s training grounds. He and his comrades often found themselves hiding in the storage area, suffering the heat and the deafening hammering rather than face the wrath of their knight captain. The old stallion meant well, but surely there were other ways to improve morale and stamina, than chasing the young stallions down with wooden practice swords. If one thing, most learned well how to dodge incoming attacks. As for Drake, being big and slow on his hooves it was his bones which had to harden to withstand the incoming attacks.

At that moment, pushed against the sharpened weapons, sweating from the heat of the forge the pearl shine stallion wished nothing but to be away from the chores, and the tedious training for a day even. To earn his title and finally be in service of his Lord. How the tables turned - thought the stallion, unable to force a smile onto his face as the cold reality and the voice of his companion hit him, dragging him back to reality.

Poor lad tried his best to have a meaningful and intuitive conversation with the big and boring brute that Drake was. Thanks to the Maker the striped stallion seemingly did not mind that his blabbering found empty ears. Perhaps he was used to it and talked for the sake of self entertainment. Drake did not mind either, he was a listener, happy to not sit in awkward silence as the two slowly walked away from the hammering of the nearby forge.