Javotte wasn't a dog. Which was a good thing or else you would have seen her ears perk up and a tail wag. Magic. There was magic here. That was the best thing she had heard since she had gotten here. If Cinderella's Fairy Godmother could use magic to find Cinderella, or rather fail to find her, than surely a Fairy here could help her. Just as long as she didn't go to the one who was curing people. 

"[color=7bcdc8]He used to be cursed?[/color]" The blind woman asked innocently, trying to steer the conversation. And she didn't want to look too obvious. There was still always the chance of looking like a complete loon. [i]Oh, I'm only asking because my sister got kidnapped from her universe yesterday and her fairy godmother sent me on what's looking like a wild goose chase through your universe. I was rather hoping I might have better luck talking to your absent fiance's godmother. Or godfather.[/i]

"[color=7bcdc8]I can't imagine who would do such a terrible thing.[/color]" Javotte hoped she wasn't laying it on too thick. It had been quite a while since she had been in 'polite' society. Let alone deal with politics. Or gathering information without revealing why. Her sisters had always been better at covert than she. Meava would have had Belle eating out of her hands by now. Well, the Meava that didn't go crazy like their mother that was.