"I knew I could find you, little sister!" yelled Lucas Eyerlysse as he entered triumphally one of their mother's rooms, where Nicole and her maids were.

Lyngnés, the oldest of them all, with already a full woman body, was on the edge of turning to twenty years, was reading some book they picked at the library. Lucas went there in search of Nicole there, unsuccessfully.
Darlessa, the girl with the long golden curly hair was drawing, or at least it seemed, since she stopped and hided the paper when she heard Lucas entering.
Syrène stood behind Nicole, with an huge white flower tied up on the top edge of her dress, arranging her bright blue hair in a series of complicated plaits. No one knew how, but Syrène was able to always carry a brilliant flower with her, like if it was still in the original plant instead of quickly drying and dying like all the other ladies' flowers did, for despair of the fool court girls.

"And for what should you want to find me?"