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Jul. 11th, 2015 10:29 pmNormally, when Belle comes to the library at the end of her shift outside at the stables, the place is empty by virtue of her odd hours. She's liked it that way, because she doesn't feel bad about plucking a book from the shelves and burying into a corner to enjoy delving into a whole new world. Today, though, once she's picked up the book, she notices that she's not alone. What's stranger than that is that Belle feels as if she ought to know the other woman.
It's as though she's familiar in some way that she can't quite put her finger on. Shifting and pushing her skirts out, she settles in her corner with the shelves at her shoulders and manages to get through three whole pages before she places her fingertip upon the pages, unable to let the mystery go.
"I'm sorry," she says aloud, giving the other woman an apologetic smile, "but this is the most terrible thing to ask a stranger, but I know if I don't, I'll go mad. Have we met before?" she asks, trying to place her from the village or the Beast's castle or maybe even the island? Somewhere, somehow, she must know this woman.
It's as though she's familiar in some way that she can't quite put her finger on. Shifting and pushing her skirts out, she settles in her corner with the shelves at her shoulders and manages to get through three whole pages before she places her fingertip upon the pages, unable to let the mystery go.
"I'm sorry," she says aloud, giving the other woman an apologetic smile, "but this is the most terrible thing to ask a stranger, but I know if I don't, I'll go mad. Have we met before?" she asks, trying to place her from the village or the Beast's castle or maybe even the island? Somewhere, somehow, she must know this woman.