[He only faintly remembers Belle telling him she was going to the stables. At the time, Sultan was being extra noisy and expelling energy all around the house so he missed the word a little among his pet's movements. On top of that, his head felt a bit groggy. He didn't have the best sleep that night.
So it was only natural that by the time afternoon comes, he makes himself a small sandwich, takes out the bags of tea Belle just got that week and - wait. She didn't go to the library. Where did she go?
The question leads to him pulling his journal to look at the map, trying hard to refresh himself on what that word she used was. It started with an s... she wouldn't go to the smithy, was it the SOS...? No. Too long. Stah-bless...? Stableh... Stables. That was it. ... Why did she go to the stables...?
At first he second guesses himself on coming to her, thinking he's not ready yet. But then again, Aang assured him that they can just be together, have some fun, and it would still be enough. Nonetheless, he finds his throat getting dry as he locates the stables and heads out. For once he feels empty-handed and feels compelled to pick up stray flowers he finds on the way there - Mrs. Potts said that's romantic, right? He'll have several of them in paw by the time he reaches his housemate's spot.]
[Action] Hooray for awkward introspective thread-starters!
So it was only natural that by the time afternoon comes, he makes himself a small sandwich, takes out the bags of tea Belle just got that week and - wait. She didn't go to the library. Where did she go?
The question leads to him pulling his journal to look at the map, trying hard to refresh himself on what that word she used was. It started with an s... she wouldn't go to the smithy, was it the SOS...? No. Too long. Stah-bless...? Stableh... Stables. That was it. ... Why did she go to the stables...?
At first he second guesses himself on coming to her, thinking he's not ready yet. But then again, Aang assured him that they can just be together, have some fun, and it would still be enough. Nonetheless, he finds his throat getting dry as he locates the stables and heads out. For once he feels empty-handed and feels compelled to pick up stray flowers he finds on the way there - Mrs. Potts said that's romantic, right? He'll have several of them in paw by the time he reaches his housemate's spot.]