A few weeks had passed since she had started her fighting lessons with Dalen and over the short period of time she had rapidly caught up and in no time, she was wielding a sword no less than a warrior would.
In those few weeks, she had quickly adapted to her life in the foreign land and had quite made nice friends with some of the white witches, it wasn't hard for them to quickly familiarize themselves with her, she was a famous foreigner after all, but in those few weeks, she became one of them, loved and accepted by them all.
On another typical day, after her fighting session had ended, she proceeded to her chambers to wash up and sleep when a little figure ran into her.
