"Can you do it or not?" I asked Lip, wiping off the sweat on my brow.
"I really do need your father's permission for this." Lip argued, drawing on the scroll a strange symbol.
"Come on Lip! I'm the daughter of the duke of Ovylian, and I need for this to happen." I begged, feeling the aches and pains in my body.
After eating, I'd gone straight back to Lip, attempting to find my magick once more. It hadn't work, and Lip had decided for the last two hours it'd be best to learn hand to hand.
I'd work out muscles I didn't think I had, and Lip had commented that my coordination was improving. Though I lacked in physical strength, and stamina, I did manage to impress him when I showed him, I always met my mark in throwing hatchets.
