Mirabella was indeed enjoying herself as she danced, feeling the same joy she had when both of her parents were alive and used to dance in the middle of their living room. It was this joy from dancing that kept her going during the day, even as she lived with that horrid man she would soon call husband. Laughing to herself, she spun about more, hopping from rock to rock playfully, that is, until a hushed voice reached her ears and fear paralyzed her for a moment. She quickly turned around to face whoever it was that had spoken to her. At first she couldn't pinpoint where the person was, or who it was, but soon caught a slight movement in the brush and there, dressed in black and crouched down, was none other than Ebeneezer Stone, the preacher's son, and very well soon to be the new preacher for the town. 

With wide blue eyes, she slowly took a few steps back, almost tripping over roots in the process, her mind racing on what she could possibly do in this situation. Run? No, she was agile, but it was very likely he was faster and more surely stronger than she. Scream for help? As much as screaming and claiming he had taken her form her home and brought her out her with intentions of harm seemed the easier option, it was a lie and she wouldn't be able to live with herself knowing he would get in trouble by the judge for something he hadn't done just because she wanted to stay out of harms way. 

That left staying and trying to talk her way out of this dreadful situation. She took a few more steps back, fear written on her face as moved. In attempt to quickly fix herself, she moved her hands up, putting her long brown hair back into a bun(as it was frowned upon for a young woman to wear her hair loose when outside of the home and most certainly so around a man she had no relations to). She spoke, her voice shaky as her hands grasped the tree lightly for support on the uneven ground beneath her bare feet, "I....I....the dancing....it....it bring me joy sir. It is why I danced." She knew that sounded strange to him or anyone else in the village, that such a forbidden thing as dancing would bring anyone joy, but it did her. It reminded her of her parents. And reminded her that she could still feel happy given her circumstances.

She looked down for a moment before her worried eyes looked back up at him, "Are....are you going to tell anyone?" Before he could even answer her question, she spoke quickly, "Please....please don't tell anyone. Especially the judge or his son. I-if they find out they have me accused for witchcraft and strung up. I'm no witch, I swear to you." Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, searching for understanding, "Please...."