Javotte stepped down from the carriage carefully. Even with the additional helping hand she felt awkward. But that was a normal feeling now and she pushed past it. She thanked the servant, male from the voice and hands. He quietly, but firmly, informed her he was going to stick to her side. He didn't give her a time frame, which slightly bothered Javotte, but she knew how to pick her battles.
Javotte tilted her head and felt the sun on her face. If the sun behaved like her sun did, it was a little past noon. The carriage ride down to the village from Belle's castle wasn't quick by any means. Mayhaps if she had been on horse back it would have been quicker. If she could find somewhere for lunch maybe she could ask about her sister. Of course there was a problem of money. Javotte frowned but the servant himself suggested somewhere to eat and he even paid for it. (Belle was very generous).
Javotte, in what must be a restaurant, inquired about her sister. No one had seen her. Most told her to go to Adam's castle. Which wasn't very helpful. Which left her with the option of going to the Enchantress' place. That took her longer to get directions to. Instead she was pointed to another town. She left Belle's servant and gained a ride with a nice farming couple headed back home. The couple insisted she spend the night, which Javotte was happy to oblige.
From there she set off on a dirt track to another town. After that she was pointed to another town and then to a forest. At the forest she was directed to a dirt track that should lead her to her goal. The forest was loud to Javotte's ears. Everything made noise from the trees to the animals. For the city born and breed girl it was unnerving and by the time the dirt track turned into packed gravel, she was frightened and tense.
The sun had set so she no longer had a way to judge time, but she knew it was late and no one was likely to be up. Still, she followed the hard gravel road in hopes of finding some shelter. She found a squat stone wall after a few minutes and happily hugged it. Civilization. Or at least a sign of human life. Javotte felt a little better and stepped away from the wall. She was foot sore and every second she stood still threatened to drag her to the ground.
Javotte choose a direction and followed the wall. Her pale hand gently grazed the wall to keep her path. She hoped she had chosen the shorter direction to a gate and wouldn't have to walk around the entire wall. Thankfully after the thought had passed she did indeed come to a wooden gate. It was shorter than the wall which meant Javotte had no problems unlatching it and walking through the barrier. She closed the gate behind her.
She lifted her head to the wind and sniffed. She couldn't smell anything so she judged the wind was blowing towards the domicile. With that mental picture she turned her back to the wind and set herself looking for a foot path to the door.
"It's a little to the right." A woman's voice said.
Startled, Javotte jumped and let out a little cry. "Who are-?" She started to ask when the other woman sighed. She sounded of age with Javotte.
"No one comes here without good reason. So I'm going to assume that was a rhetorical question." The voice wasn't cruel, just dispassionate.
Still Javotte flinched and she blushed. "You're the Enchantress." There was no response, but there wasn't a need for one, which Javotte was quickly realizing, meant the Enchantress wouldn't answer.
