It was midday, which meant that the princess was released from her morning lessons. She was grateful that there were no afternoon lessons for today. Not that she didn't want to practice playing the flute. It just meant more free time to spend with a certain friend.
Yes, a friend. Whom should be somewhere in the barracks. Probably the courtyard. Training. If she wasn't by the princess' side, she would be out there improving her swing. Or something along those lines. There was always something Jeanne insisted she had to improve. (Even though in the princess was sure she could best anyone in a match.)
Lyra did not take long to get to where her knight was. All she had to do was follow the sounds of a blade being hit against a wooden pell. By time she arrive, the pell already had an array of scratches on it. It looked like it had taken a fine beating. The brunette tilted her head. Wondering if Jeanne had been hacking away at it since she left for her lessons.
"Good noon, Jeanne. I see that you're... still destroying the targets before the other knights could have a chance to."