[color=yellow][h2][center]Lunalel Lightsword[/center][/h2][/color]

[color=yellow]"Fair well, Lyssa."[/color] Luna said as she watched the horned girl walk off.  Regardless of what she was as a species, she was a . . . Good person.  A little too forward in Luna's opinion, as evidenced by the hug the girl gave that made Luna flinch slightly.  She then turned to answer Lukas' question.  [color=yellow]"Luck is fickle indeed."[/color]  She had to think for a few seconds though. She had not expected a boy to ask her for sword training in a school for magic, but there was a first time for everything.

If there was a chance to turn this boy into an honorable warrior, then there was a reason to do so.  [color=yellow]"Very well, I suppose I could instruct you a bit.  If your story is any indication, you have good instinct.  I find that is one of the better things to have in a fight.  Of course, you also need strength. We can meet up sometime in the next few days.  It shouldn't be too hard to find each other here. At the very least, I've been told I stand out even back home."[/color]  Still, it was getting a bit late, so she needed to go back and sleep.  After all, she still needed to wake up early and do her early morning exercises.  [color=yellow]"Don't forget to train some on your own.  Your arm and leg muscles are necessary as well."[/color]  The Knightess said as she stood up and left the establishment.

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[h1][center]Day 2[/center][/h1]

Lunalel woke in her bed.  It was nicer than she was use to. Especially compared to the taverns and inns she frequented. Still, it was early morning and she had a few hours before classes started.  Thinking back on the day prior, she missed classes from being lost and helping out that adorable cat-girl.  Regardless, she needed to go.  The Knightess switched out of her comfortable nightclothes and switched into her everyday outfit and armor then proceeded out to an open area out behind the dorms with her sword.  

There wasn't much one could do on their own, but she still felt the need to swing her sword everyday.  The best thing she could do at the moment, was a shadow-fight.  Attempting to fight an invisible, imaginary oppoent that might look absolutely bonkers to most people.  The girl continued for about forty-five minutes until she felt it was time for her to leave for her classes and left so she wouldn't be late.