[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9ba9c5]Little-Bell Dreamfree[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img] https://78.media.tumblr.com/e57b06abd99deb357dc085df95750cd0/tumblr_p404kfLGEO1vfb6glo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=9ba9c5][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Forest [/center][h3][center][b]Then[/b][/center][/h3][hr]It was a warm twilight, thankfully. At the edge of the Small Lake lined with Willow Trees, perhaps a half hour scramble through underbrush from the Wendron Witch Circle, Little-Bell stood with her bare feet in its shore. Mud had squelched up between her toes. Water lapped at her ankles, cool and refreshing. She had been there for hours.

In one hand she held a flat pebble. In the other, a fine brush. The palette floated next to her. A pink slither of tongue escaped her lips as she painted in the dim light, her eyes unblinking. Around the drooping branches of the Willows, fireflies hovered, adding a yellow-green glow to the hazy-blue moonlight. Insects chirped and buzzed from the grass. Every so often a night owl punctuated the disordered orchestra with a hoot. The lake shone like liquid diamonds. The surface of the pebble was a near exact image of the scene, save for the brushstrokes. 

Turning the stone skywards, the paints of the pebble shifted too, now reflecting the starry sky and the full moon, but they seemed somewhat dulled. Bell wedged her brush, oddly larger now, under her armpit, and pulled a multifaceted jewel from her satchel. Each and every face shone in the twilight. She whispered a word, and graciously the jewel turned to fine powder. Bell blew this from her palm onto the pebble she still held aloft, and on its surface, the stars were instilled with twinkle and sparkle. 

[color=9ba9c5]“Mother [b]Moon[/b], bless this gift for one of your daughters who is to become royalty, let her know your grace even when she is behind walls of brick and stone,” [/color]Bell intoned, and then kissed the pebble. She looked at it for a while, then smiled slowly, her eyes drooping. Putting her wand and the pebble away, she yawned. 

She would sleep well that night.

[hr][center][color=9ba9c5][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Forest, Wendron Witch Circle [/center][h3][center][b]Now[/b][/center][/h3][hr]Bell was sitting on a stone outside her hut, moss acting as a cushion. She took the pebble from her satchel again to check her handiwork. The paints now showed a lake gleaming in sunlight, bright green grass no longer dulled in moonlight. At the edge of the lake a deer drank from the water, and Bell watched as the ripples dispersed into nothingness. She beamed. It was such a great gift. She put it away, giggling, stomping her feet with glee, spraying dew droplet from the grass. 

She was dressed in her favourite burgundy and gold robe, closer to a dress, and a thick, woven belt wrapped itself around her midsection. At some point she had worked several bluebells into her hair. With her face tilted upwards, still grinning, she soaked in the morning, taking a deep breath.

When Jadis appeared, Bell danced up to her. [color=9ba9c5]“Of course Witch Mother. Of course I’m ready. We get to see sweet little Valda,”[/color] She clasped her hands together and pulled them to her chest, saying to and fro, [color=9ba9c5]“such a big day for her.”[/color]