[She'd been galloping away through the woods on Philippe, upset and angry and fearful, when she spied something on the ground that caused her to pull up short, circle back around. Against every fiber of her being that was screaming at Belle to keep running, not to stop until she reached home and her father. But still, she pulled Philippe up, turned him, and dismounted, crouching down in the snow to reach out for that piece of paper, just so she could read the words printed on it...it was so colorful, so unlike anything she'd ever seen...
And then she's stumbling, gasping, wheeling as she realizes her surroundings have changed completely. And if the castle was unlike anything she'd ever seen, this...this is like a completely different reality. All sleek lines and silver paint, and moving things she can't even comprehend the usage of until she sees people stepping in and out of them.
And the strap around her wrist, decorated with...rose petals? That can't...that isn't right. She tugs at it in vain, tries to work it off her tiny hand, but nothing's working.]
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And then she's stumbling, gasping, wheeling as she realizes her surroundings have changed completely. And if the castle was unlike anything she'd ever seen, this...this is like a completely different reality. All sleek lines and silver paint, and moving things she can't even comprehend the usage of until she sees people stepping in and out of them.
And the strap around her wrist, decorated with...rose petals? That can't...that isn't right. She tugs at it in vain, tries to work it off her tiny hand, but nothing's working.]
This can't be right, this...can't be real.
[Can it?]