[ Coming from a land of magic has left Belle far too used to faeries and imps and the like to be completely at a loss, at least initially, but she is still hopelessly confused. She was expecting the enchanted forest, to be with Baelfire, the Charmings, even Regina and Hook, and yet she stands before a large feast with strangers she cannot possibly put a name to.
As if that were not enough there is still a hollow ache inside of her chest, an echoing memory of Rumplestiltskin. The dagger had never disappeared, she was sure of it, there had to be a way to find him - but how could she do it if she wasn't entirely sure of where she was? This wasn't like any realm she had ever seen before in her lifetime.
After a moment's hesitation, gathering her skirts around herself, she steps forward and touches a stranger's arm gently. ]
Excuse me? Have you seen a man named Baelfire, by chance?
belle french | once upon a time
As if that were not enough there is still a hollow ache inside of her chest, an echoing memory of Rumplestiltskin. The dagger had never disappeared, she was sure of it, there had to be a way to find him - but how could she do it if she wasn't entirely sure of where she was? This wasn't like any realm she had ever seen before in her lifetime.
After a moment's hesitation, gathering her skirts around herself, she steps forward and touches a stranger's arm gently. ]
Excuse me? Have you seen a man named Baelfire, by chance?