[center][hr][hr][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 Castle, North Gate → West off of Maker's Mile[/center][hr]Whilst her Witch Mother spoke, Bell listened, but her eyes could not keep themselves from wandering about. The floor was hard and cool on her soles, and a slight skip had somehow found itself in her stride. 

She nodded along eagerly at the mention of the imp; he was a funny little man, and the perhaps condescending way he spoke to her went far over her head. 

[color=9ba9c5]“Oh yes, Witch Mother, I remember,”[/color] then she frowned, and stopped suddenly. Her hands went to her bag, as she checked for her own gift. Sure enough she found it, nestled with her other bits and pieces, but it was always best to check; all sorts of things could go missing if you took your eyes from them for one moment…

Looking up from her satchel, frantic for a moment, she saw her sisters had not gotten more than a few paces ahead, and she could still hear Jadis perfectly, but she hopped along quickly to get back closer to Jadis even still. 

Bell's laughter was chiming bells once Jadis finished. [color=9ba9c5]“Oh yes, that will be most excellent,”[/color] But then her brow creased again as she recalled more of Puck, and she drummed a finger against her chin, before asking, [color=9ba9c5]“And what if lovely Valda says ‘no’, Witch Mother?”[/color]