"Papa! Papa!". The tiny voice could barley be heard as the small girl tried to make her way over towards Lukas. Her feet dragged and so did the long hunters garb, the hat having slid down so far she could barley see a thing: "Look papa! I'm a hunter! Can you teach me to use the axe now?"
Lukas turned his attention from the potatoes he was peeling, raising an eyebrow. Seing his daughter, his precious little baby wearing this attire, he gave her a smile and let out a light laughter.
“Oh my, seems a new hunter’s in town!” he said, with a laughter. “Well now, you have been digging in my closet haven’t you?”
Ever since he had found the little one on the streets and adopted her in a whim, he made very sure all weapons were out of access… He hadn’t thought of his garbs though.He moved towards her and, gently, he took her in his arms, pulling the hat up so he could see her eyes.
“You’re still too young for me to teach you to use the axe.” he said, with a soft smile. “But I soon can start training you with a stick.”
He had tried all his best, his daughter didn’t share the same blood, but she had the determination. Whether he wanted it or not, she was going to become a hunter… He might as well train her the best he could…