Emerging from the confines of the bard house, the girls let her eyes wonder about the school. The other bards were slowly going about their day, the air thick with song and laughter. Allowing her gaze to dance up to the sky, a light smile played across her chiseled features as the warm beams of the sun danced over her features. Slinging her pack back over her shoulders, she moved forward toward the stables where she was to have her next lesson of the day. Tapping lightly at her side at each step was a lightly made sword whose blade was as sharp as it could possibly be. Indeed, she was quite the swordsman, or lady, and she enjoyed being able to use her skill from the back of a horse. Entering the stables, she paused for a moment as her eyes adjusted to the gloom. A shrill whinny came forth in the musky silence. Another smile passed across her features as she made her way over to the dapple gray mare that had stuck her head over the stall door. Hey Imi, hello pretty girl. Placing her head upon the mare's nose, she silently listened to the mare's responce. Good afternoon to you to Keade. Stroking her forelock, the girl placed her sack on the floor before she slid under the barrier and into Imi's stall.