SteeledVelvet

   "So much for Sacred Grove," Belle muttered, looking aroundthe sanctuary. Like everything in the Forest Temple, the area was fruitful in plant life. The woven roll given to Belle would become her bed for the night. The velvet cloak would perhaps count as a blanket. But, Belle thought, looking at her sketch on the poster she tore, with the hooded face. She tugged at her hood insecurely. "No," she told herself, "no one from the Twilight is here."

Sighing, Belle set up her mini camp. San and Jim were with some medical fairies after their encounter. Belle grimaced as she glared at her wrist. "Damn assassin." Belle pressed her palm over the cut, and breathed, allowing healing magic to go towards it. Her iconic rose appeared where it once was before vanishing. Belle was about to create a light orb when she got an odd sensation that she was being watched.

The sensation of being watched didn't exactly help Belle feel comfortable. She glared at the torn wanted poster before tossing it aside. Finally no longer taking any chances, Belle summoned a light orb in place of a small fire; it'd be warm enough. She loosened her cloak, flipping her brown hair back. If the person watching her was from the Twilight, she'd be open prey. However, no ambush or assault happened yet. "I know you're there...whoever you are," Belle called out, glancing every direction. "If you've come for Belledra of the Spirit Kingdom, then my message is...I'm not going without a fight."

Belle blinked rapidly at the stranger. Like her, he was cloaked; but instead of a dark color he wore a darkish crimson rimmed with yellow. "Oh, good; someone else on the run. Almost had to use a force spell."

It felt odd to be facing a hooded figure, especially after Belle took her cloak off. "I take it you;re from the Fire Kingdom. I won't press anymore."

"I see," Belle nodded. This conversation was starting to get awkward. Both of them clearly didn't want to spill any secrets and there was no point in discussing Twilight affairs. "Um...what was with the spying?"

Belle nodded briskly. "Fair enough. I suppose we can play interrogator all night or..." she paused. There was really not much else to say. Picking up the poster, she threw into the light ball, where it disintegrated much like it would've in a fire. "That way no one will know I've been here."

"What? A sorceress' magic can only do so much," Belle muttered in reply to his nod.