[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]Palace - Front Steps[/center][hr]When her Witch Mother’s face went as sour as old plum wine, Bell bit her tongue, but it was too late. Responsibility fell at her feet, like a bag of wet stones. She stared at her feet and nodded, tracing alternating circles with the tips of her toes. Conditional or not, Bell knew she should have known better than to ask too many questions and let herself get involved in all this too deeply. Now it seemed as though politics might mar what she had hoped would be a simple reunion with sister Valda, or as simple as these things could be. A hand unconsciously felt the small lump at the bottom of her bag as she thought of Valda. 

"She isn't Queen yet."

[color=9ba9c5]“Oh good, then we’re not late.”[/color] She smiled too sweetly at the guard, honey and nectar made sickly. It was no small source of amusement how much people mistrusted them. Anyone would think the occasional harmless hex or CradleSnatching were grievous crimes.