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008 | Video/Action - Backdated to morning of 10/22
[Belle doesn't know what it is that wakes her up so suddenly. Her dreams had been peaceful and vibrant until she was suddenly yanked back into the waking world. For a moment she wonders if she heard a noise; wind against her window, birds or...perhaps Beast is back? Her heart beat speeds up with joy as she thinks it. That must be it. He's already been away so long...
Before she can think she's out of bed and throwing on a robe over her nightgown. She nearly races down the hall to Beast's room. She's not sure why, but she believes wholeheartedly that he'll be there when she opens the door. But he's not.
Belle moves slowly into the room, flicking on the light. It brightens up an empty room. Of course it's not exactly empty-all the furniture is in the proper place. But all of Beast's things, all the things that lended a personal feel to the room, a feeling of ownership, are gone. His journal, which she'd last seen laying on top of the nightstand, is gone as well.
She stomach drops as she stands in the middle of the abandoned room feeling lost. Silence echoes throughout the large house, making her feel sad and more alone than ever.]
[She spends the next couple of hours calming herself down. After all, Beast has other friends in the village that need to be notified. Finally she feels well enough to open her journal and speak her message.
Her eyes are red rimmed and her expression sad when she appears.]
Good morning, Luceti. I hope you are all well. I have some...unfortunate news to give. My dear friend Beast, whom some of you may know, has been sent back home. I only realized it this morning when I checked his room and found that his things have vanished during the night.
I am not acquainted with everyone he met during his stay here or I would tried to give the news in person. I would just like to say thank you for being his good friends, and ask you not to be too sad. I don't believe he would have wished that. [Belle attempts a weak grin before slowly closing her journal.]
[Later that day Belle can easily be found in the library, like usual. She's shelving books, working at the counter, or helping people find what they're looking for. Except there is now an air of sadness around her, and her ever present smile will start to fade as soon as she believes no one is looking.]
Before she can think she's out of bed and throwing on a robe over her nightgown. She nearly races down the hall to Beast's room. She's not sure why, but she believes wholeheartedly that he'll be there when she opens the door. But he's not.
Belle moves slowly into the room, flicking on the light. It brightens up an empty room. Of course it's not exactly empty-all the furniture is in the proper place. But all of Beast's things, all the things that lended a personal feel to the room, a feeling of ownership, are gone. His journal, which she'd last seen laying on top of the nightstand, is gone as well.
She stomach drops as she stands in the middle of the abandoned room feeling lost. Silence echoes throughout the large house, making her feel sad and more alone than ever.]
[She spends the next couple of hours calming herself down. After all, Beast has other friends in the village that need to be notified. Finally she feels well enough to open her journal and speak her message.
Her eyes are red rimmed and her expression sad when she appears.]
Good morning, Luceti. I hope you are all well. I have some...unfortunate news to give. My dear friend Beast, whom some of you may know, has been sent back home. I only realized it this morning when I checked his room and found that his things have vanished during the night.
I am not acquainted with everyone he met during his stay here or I would tried to give the news in person. I would just like to say thank you for being his good friends, and ask you not to be too sad. I don't believe he would have wished that. [Belle attempts a weak grin before slowly closing her journal.]
[Later that day Belle can easily be found in the library, like usual. She's shelving books, working at the counter, or helping people find what they're looking for. Except there is now an air of sadness around her, and her ever present smile will start to fade as soon as she believes no one is looking.]
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Yes, of course you can. I would appreciate the company. Would you like a snack? I believe I have some left over bake goods from the bakery. Or I could make some cookies.
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[She'd hoped that maybe baking would help take her minds off things. Yet she can't think of a reason to refuse his idea.]
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Alright. I will be waiting.
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[And soon, he's approaching the house with a basket full of goodies from the bakery. It's weird, with how used he was to that being Beast's house, to approach it knowing that he's no longer there at all. Aang gives some soft raps on the door.]
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When Aang arrives she has a broom in hand, which she quickly sets aside as she motions for him to enter.]
You can set those down anywhere you like. Can I get you anything to drink?
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Just some juice would be fine... please.
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[She disappears into the kitchen, where sounds of cabinets opening and closing can be heard. A few moments later she re-enters the room with a glass of juice in one hand and a glass of tea in the other. She sets the juice down in front of Aang.]
There you go.
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Thank you, Belle. You're too kind.
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So...what did you wish to talk about?
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Well... The thing is... I wanted to talk about Beast. And... how you're feeling.
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...I thought so. [She smiles briefly.] Really, though, I'm fine. It's not strange to be sad when a dear friend goes away, is it? It will pass in time.
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And you? How are you feeling? You were a friend of Beast's as well, correct?
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