[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 → The Castle, North Gate[/center][hr]
The walk through the Forest with her sisters had been a pleasant one. Their passage disturbed the old and tired ground, churning up smells of dank earth and healthy duff; it was the smell of home and memories. There had been chatter amongst them, though the Witch Mother seemed a tad somber. Bell had also kept her eyes peeled for pretty things. She found snowdrops growing in those ancient woodlands, and, next to a lichen-coated log, a patch of thimbleweed. The flowers had been worked into her hair alongside the bluebells. By the time they arrived at the Castle she wore a near-garland of white and blue. Her bare feet were damp, earning a spattering of mud and grass-stains, and now dust from the road clung to them.

Approaching the gate, Bell stuck close to Jadis, standing straighter, turning her chin up, and attempting to flatten out her dress skirts. She fought, and failed, to contain her smile that ended up twitching and shifting across her face as she wrestled with it. She raised a hand and wiggled the tips of her fingers in a small wave at the guards as she passed, her lips taught. 

Once inside, she slouched, her mouth almost exploding into a wide grin. 

[color=9ba9c5]“What now, dear Witch Mother?” [/color]Bell asked, eyes sweeping over everything. The Castle still impressed and intimidated her; she was not sure if it was right for buildings to tower taller than trees. The sky seemed so open above them. The smell was peculiar too; a mixing pot of all the people and their things, their animals, their trades. The perfume of nature was a bare whisper here. [color=9ba9c5]“Have you any plans?” [/color]