Arms crossed over his chest as he leaned up against the frame of Zizzy's door. A look of admiration crossed his features as he watched the zebra move gracefully through her room. She was practicing with her fencing foil, executing each of the moves that she had taught Pony so long ago, absolutely flawlessly. She was beautiful. Perfect in every single way. She hadn't taken notice of the horse just yet as she swung her fencing foil this way and that. However, as she turned to swing her sword once more, she jumped, clearly startled by Pony's sudden appearance.