Belle listened to Luna give orders to everyone and waited until she heard what she was supposed to do. When she heard that she was to do the gardening that day she smiled and flipped off the railing landing on her feet. Spreading her wings to their impressive 12.5 foot span she gave a thumbs up and took off with a plume of dirt following her and made a wide arc towards the garden. Belle set down gently in the garden and picked up the basket that was placed a little ways away. After she got the basket she started walking through the garden humming a small tune.

As she walked she pulled any weeds out of the ground and pruned the plants. "[color=39b54a]I wonder if Luna was going to sneak out again[/color]" Belle said to herself as she bent down and pulled another weed from the soft soil. Her glasses were down over her eyes and she watched the wild animals around the garden, though it seemed like hey were watching her too. The black streaks in Belle's wings seemed to shimmer in the sunlight as she walked almost melding into one continuous waving line, that was almost hypnotic to stare at. 

The garden was full of different plants from different parts of the country, such as some form of wide rose from up north to a thin berry from further south. She had collected a lot of the seeds herself and tended to stay in the garden even when it wasn't her turn to do the gardening. Her most prized plant in the garden was a full bloom of the one she was named after, the infamous Atropa belladonna or nightshade. She shooed a few rabbits away from the plant and pulled some weeds from around it, pruning the excess leaves and putting them in a small pouch she kept around her waist then continued on.