ma bête

[beheld_beauty]

Beast seems to be sleeping in a bit this morning. Perhaps he has had a good dream. Belle can study on her own, anyway.

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[deslandes]

"No, I don't believe it will," he agrees.

[beheld_beauty]

"I don't particularly mind being indoors - I like to go out now and again but it won't be a terrible hardship. But would you rather be able to step out without coughing? I can look up a spell - it's just a detour from learning disenchantment, is all."

[deslandes]

"Look up a spell," he says.

[beheld_beauty]

Page page page page. She should make her own meta-index if she's going to keep detouring.

After a while: "I think this will work, and it's not hard - but it's much, much bigger than anything I've cast before."

[deslandes]

"All right," says the Beast.

[beheld_beauty]

"You're sure? It won't just be one burst, at this level - you could be in pain for hours, maybe days."

[deslandes]

He nods, and smiles.

[beheld_beauty]

"...If you say so."

She reads carefully through the spell. It really isn't hard, it just needs a lot of Will power.

She falls into her mindscape and reaches out for his, and channels.

[deslandes]

The Beast... really doesn't seem displeased about it.

[beheld_beauty]

Belle checks up on him before even looking out the window, but - yeah, that doesn't look like displeasure, on either face.

"You weren't kidding," she murmurs, and she looks out the window. The ash is cleared, the fire's out. The spell didn't restore the plants, but they'll grow back.

[deslandes]

He flops his head into her lap again and purrs.

[beheld_beauty]

Pet, pet. "It can't feel to you the way pain feels to me," she murmurs. "I can't imagine what else it could be like, though."

[deslandes]

"Why can't it?"

[beheld_beauty]

"It's inherently unlikeable, for me."

[deslandes]

"But it could feel the same, and I could feel differently about it," he says.

[beheld_beauty]

"...Maybe. I suppose I'd have to be able to read your mind to know for sure," she shrugs.

[deslandes]

"Can magic do that?"

[beheld_beauty]

"Maybe. Do you want me to look for that, too?" laughs Belle.

[deslandes]

"I'd like it," he says.

[beheld_beauty]

"You have very odd tastes," she says, and she starts looking, taking notes for a meta-index as she goes.

[deslandes]

He laughs.

[beheld_beauty]

A woman's voice, speaking Callian but accented with significant Albion, calls from the front hall.

"Hello? Is anyone home?"

[deslandes]

The Beast is confused.

[beheld_beauty]

So is Belle!

"Hello!" calls she-of-Albion-accent again. "I got lost, and there was a fire and it chased me here, and I'm not packed for a long trip, and I can't find my friends! Can someone help me? Isn't there anyone here?"

[deslandes]

He looks up at Belle.

"Do you want to go and explain?"