Flick awoke abruptly to a sharp pain shooting up her spine. She gasped, disorientated, before realising that she was lying on the floor of her room. Sitting up and stretching, she found a pair of brown eyes watching her from the bed.
"Hello there, Loisei. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes ma'am," the girl said solemnly. Flick looked over her briefly. Sir Neal's healing had certainly done the trick. Only a few bruises remained, the only evidence of the treatment that Loisei had endured.
"Please, call me Flick, or at the very least Felicea." She laughed silently then, realising that she sounded exactly like a certain green-eyed healer. "Now, how about we get you some proper clothing and then I'll take you to breakfast."
"Ok." Loisei's vocabulary seemed to extend to two words.
"Now, who have you got there, Flick?" A soft voice inquired. Walking into the dining room, Flick was intercepted by her two friends, Rilla and Tienne. She'd barely spoken to them the night before, except to tell them she was leaving the ball. They had been too occupied with their dancing partners. By the looks on her friends' faces, they had a lot to talk about.
The question had come from the shorter of the two girls, Tienne. Blue-eyed and pale-skinned, Lady Tienne of Rosslin gave all the appearance of a timid young lady and, in most cases she was. But Flick felt sorry for anyone who wronged her, when riled, her friend had a fiery temper.
"Rilla, Tienne, this is Loisei. Loisei, my friends." Loisei gave a slight curtsey. Flick grinned, she'd seen her practising while they were waiting in line for new clothes.
"Nice to meet you, Loisei," Rilla said, laughing, "come and join us for breakfast, you must be starving." Rilla of Imlay, Flick's other best friend, was nothing short of a beauty. With long blonde hair, hazel eyes and pale skin, she was the picture of perfection. She had the liveliest temperament and, whilst Tienne attracted people by her sweetness, Rilla attracted people by her high energy and love of life. The trio had met on Flick's first day at the convent and had been inseparable ever since, they were the more unconventional ladies of the Mithran Cloisters.