It happened on the most stormiest night of the year. A foal was born. A scrawny little black colt with a small white patches on his tiny body. The mare was an old friesian cross but in her prime, was a grand prix level dressage horse. This new foal was nothing special, just a leggy colt that would be broken into be a lesson pony. The mare nudged her new foal onto its trembling legs, the colt took his first steps. Whilst the foal was nursing, the mare cleaned him carefully, obviously proud of her new son.
The next morning, the mare and foal were let out into the grassy paddock of Golden Valley riding school. At first, the littlc colt was very cautious, sticking to his mothers side at all times and only venturing away to look at another horse. The mare let out a high stepping trot and the colt, suprised at his mothers behaviour, tentively followed at a trot. This was the first time that the riding school owners saw this little colts expressive, beautiful and toe-flicking trot and thought: wow!
They named him tempest.