The bed turned out to be less of a blessing than Laylari had originally thought. It was far too soft after years of sleeping on nothing but a rock floor. In disgust Laylari threw her pillow and blanket on the floor and went back to sleep.
Laylari awoke the next morning to the door between her room and the wildcats swinging open. The wildcat saw her on the floor and smiled ruefully, "why did I even bother to pay for a bed when I knew full well you weren't going to use it?" she asked herself aloud. "Never mind, get dressed and eat this," she thrust a roll and some cheese at Laylari. "I like to get out before the crowd so pack quickly," she left the room and Laylari hurriedly began shoving things in her pack. On the way out of the room she checked her appearance in the mirror, a task she had not done for years. Amber eyes set above high cheekbones in her creamy beige face made her quite attractive. But the hair! Her hair looked as if bats had nested in it. She ran her fingers through it in a vain effort to smooth her coif. She avoided thinking that her newfound interest in her appearance had anything to do with new people she had met. She grabbed her bag and left the room.
The Wildcat and the Falcon were waiting for her outside. Laylari mounted the chestnut mare she had been brought and the three set off for Corus.
Sorry this ones so short guys I've been really busy