"Okay so you must wear dressy pants on Monday, long flowing skirts on Tuesday, tight and long skirts on Wednesday, short skirts on Thursday, short dresses on Friday, long dresses on Saturday, and formal wear on Sunday. Clear?" Announced a young woman of about twenty four.
"I don't know what kind of school you run but I am NOT wearing a dress or a skirt." Catriona Goodlund age fourteen stated.
"It's a CONVENT not a school a CONVENT. And too bad for you. You are wearing a skirt." The lady replied.
"What will you do if I won't? Punch me?" Cat snapped.
"Well…yes I will."
"Oh come on you can't! Just try me!" Reluctantly the woman punched, Cat dodged mockingly. Four more times this happened.
"Enough! Let me try!" A boy of about fifteen walked up and tried. Cat grabbed his wrist and flipped him. Ten more tried and failed. Finally one other boy came up.
"I'll give it a shot. But don't come crying to me when you get a nosebleed." He said. Cat surveyed him quickly.
"Sure…" She did another quick survey of him. "Actually no." She replied.
"What? Is the little girl afraid of a nosebleed?" He mocked.
"Actually I'm not. It's just that you are armed with five daggers. Two on each arm and one in your boot." Cat told him.
"How did you know that?" He asked surprised.
"Oh and since you have a sword hidden by your cloak that doubles my reason to deny." Cat added.
"How on earth did you figure that out?"
"Oh also, that strangling cord around your waist doesn't look too friendly either. Either play fair or don't play at all. By the way, just for information what is your name?"
"Davyn." He replied.