mes études

[beheld_beauty]

Belle studies magic.

It's tricky. Getting into and out of her rose-sphere is routine after a few days, but she still hasn't uncovered an explanation of how channeling works, though she's been informed that there are three options for how to do it (by herself, through a willing helper, or through an unwilling helper). Unlike the fourfold options for reaching the Dreamworld, this does not tell her how to begin fumbling towards a practical understanding, even though she can rule out the last one just on the basis of its description.

Beast can only do so a tiny bit of reading per day, and her pile of books that she can read shrinks much faster than his. She combs the library for multilingual dictionaries, so she can pick her way through the titles of the foreign-language books and at least prioritize them before handing them over.

Finally something in an obscure language that even Beast can barely read - Belle has to look up a lot of words - explains the channeling in a way she can understand.

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[deslandes]

...The Beast laughs.

[beheld_beauty]

That jolts her awake. "What? What happened?"

[deslandes]

"You talk in your sleep," he says affectionately.

[beheld_beauty]

"...I do? What did I say?"

[deslandes]

"'Fruit sky winter'," he quotes.

[beheld_beauty]

"...That doesn't even make sense," she complains.

[deslandes]

"No," he agrees. "It does not."

[beheld_beauty]

"Weird," she mutters. And she breathes in air and breathes it out as visible fog. "Well. It's still frigid in here but at least you're warm." She snuggles up comfortably.

[deslandes]

He starts purring again.

[beheld_beauty]

"You're liable to send me right back to sleep," she yawns. "You sure purr a lot."

[deslandes]

"Food tastes better when you're starving," he says.

[beheld_beauty]

"...That's a common saying, yes, do you just mean it's been a long time since you got to hug anybody and now it's a big deal?"

[deslandes]

He nods his large fluffy head.

[beheld_beauty]

"Aww." Snuggle.

[deslandes]

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsnugglesnugglepurr.

[beheld_beauty]

Zzzzzz.

("Mirror. Vulture. Shoes. Ivory.")

[deslandes]

This time he manages not to laugh.

[beheld_beauty]

She naps for about an hour. During that time, the air starts to warm, and she unconsciously wriggles, trying to divest herself of her blanket.

[deslandes]

...well.

He unwraps his arms from around her. That... should help. Yes.

[beheld_beauty]

That lets her get the blanket off, but then apparently she's too cold; still asleep, she wraps her now-free arms around him and settles in closer.

[deslandes]

He tucks his arms carefully around her again.

[beheld_beauty]

That stops her from wriggling around.

All the while she's murmuring random words.

[deslandes]

He really isn't listening to the words.

Her voice is nice, though. He likes her voice.

[beheld_beauty]

Eventually she wakes up. She yawns. "Is it just me or is it warmer in here?" she asks.

[deslandes]

"It's not just you," he says.