*Beauty has been walking on Hal's arm singing to herself quietly in her native French. The music keeps her distracted from the frequent and very literal growing pains. She is trying hard not to focus on her ever increasing stature, it is neither feminine nor princessly.
She regards Wesley with growing curiosity quite akin to that of Alice herself, forgetting her wariness of him. Her face is a study in possibilities as she considers the reasons these two obviously distinguished men might have for wanting to go into Dis.*
Nothing good resides in Dis My Lords, *she ventures finally.* I can guide you through the maze once we are there but though I have been through it several times I have never crossed into Dis the same way twice and only found it when I was not looking for it at all.
*She pauses looking back toward Lilah as if expecting her to interrupt or correct her observations but she forges ahead anyway, she can certainly prepare them for what lies ahead whether they take her seriously or not.*
The daemons there are quite active and decidely-unpleasant. *She gives a small shiver and draws ever so slightly closer to Hal, her hand seeming to rest a bit more on his.* Whatever you seek in Dis My Lords, it will not be easily located nor yet acquired. Whatever you may expect, I fear you will be ill prepared.
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She regards Wesley with growing curiosity quite akin to that of Alice herself, forgetting her wariness of him. Her face is a study in possibilities as she considers the reasons these two obviously distinguished men might have for wanting to go into Dis.*
Nothing good resides in Dis My Lords, *she ventures finally.* I can guide you through the maze once we are there but though I have been through it several times I have never crossed into Dis the same way twice and only found it when I was not looking for it at all.
*She pauses looking back toward Lilah as if expecting her to interrupt or correct her observations but she forges ahead anyway, she can certainly prepare them for what lies ahead whether they take her seriously or not.*
The daemons there are quite active and decidely-unpleasant. *She gives a small shiver and draws ever so slightly closer to Hal, her hand seeming to rest a bit more on his.* Whatever you seek in Dis My Lords, it will not be easily located nor yet acquired. Whatever you may expect, I fear you will be ill prepared.