Lucky was out in the barn, he'd set up a practice dummy holding his knife he'd spent the past year training himself how to fight fight one. Though he'd hoped to be an archer once, he would never match Noella who seemed to only become better by the day. Instead he'd focused on blade work, and throwing knives he had gotten good at burying a blade in his target or using a dagger to block blows. Lucky put the blade away on his belt, the thirteen year old boy then walked over to the bucket of water he sat aside and splashed himself with the water.

Cleaning himself up Lucky put the blade away hiding it within the violin case, he stretched again. A little sore from his workout, but proud none the less of his growing skill. He fixed his hair and pulled on a shirt whistling as he started up to Veronica. He usually waited for the girl to come see him, but as he'd been busy lately breaking a new pony he had missed her the past couple of visits. So walking up to her room he knocked at the door, tilting back and forth on his feet still whistling he only stopped to tell her who it was. [color=Silver]"It's Lucky."[/color]