Javotte fiddled with her skirt. Her fingers pulling the fabric, then smoothing it back out again. The motion was hopefully hidden by the table, but she had no way of really knowing. Yet the anxiety she felt was too much for her to stop the nervous gesture. Belle had gone on the defensive, arguing that her Adam was a good man. And yet her own words were a contradiction. He steals women, but he doesn't. He stole Belle yet she doesn't count? The blind woman kept her mouth shut, perhaps wisely, letting the other woman spill her secrets. She seemed almost eager.

"[color=7bcdc8]An enchantress you say?[/color]" Javotte leaned back in her chair, having now received the tantalizing piece of information. She tried to wrap her mind around it. 

Back home she had only heard of benevolent magic users. Like Cinderella's Fairy Godmother. Apparently that wasn't the case here. Which was truly a set back. She had hoped it would be easy. And so she found herself at a crossroads. Give up or continue down this hard path. To be frank, Javotte didn't imagine much would happen in this world. She saw herself quickly finding Cinderella. Upon the meeting she'd tell her younger sister her message and...

Then what? They'd still be trapped. No wonder her world was a Fairy Tale. She was a ninny. She had walked out of her own Fairy Tale. If there was a [i]Happily Ever After[/i] it had been left at home. She wouldn't find it here. There was no easy path. 

Javotte sighed heavily. "[color=7bcdc8]Have you not considered that this woman might be behind your Adam's disappearance?[/color]" The manipulative words were easier to find this time. Mostly because she believed them.