[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 Palace, Entrance → Throne Room[/center][hr]Excitement swelled in Bell’s chest like a bouquet of flowers clutched at a wedding day. She had to reign it in; her steps were purposefully clipped, and in the end, it just looked like she was almost tripping over herself as she followed Jadis past the guards. The vaulted ceilings did something to temper the enthusiasm. All those bricks and dead trees climbing upwards. It wouldn’t be a surprise if they all came tumbling down, just to spite Bell. She stuck here tongue out at them and hurried along. 

It was as if the sun rose across Bell's features when she saw Valda. She fidgeted in her Witch Mother’s wake. The energy escaped in a frantic wave and the blurt of, [color=9ba9c5]“Oh yes, too long sweet Valda, too long indeed.”[/color] 

The witch then cleared her throat and took her time to smooth out the front of her dress skirts. She seemed less a slave to the amalgam of nerves and excitement with every moment that passed, and she spoke slower when she said, [color=9ba9c5]“Things have been far too unexciting since you left.”[/color] Her smile shrank too, and took on a different quality, hard to place exactly. 

Though apparently calmer, every now and then she still cast her eyes towards the ceiling, unable to forget where they were.