Belleryna- Beauty
Belleryna pitter-pattered her little feet across the house toward the room her father was in, dragging her new large book behind her on the floor. Her feet made the small noise like that of a baby duckling paddling across hard tiles. She just
had to get him to read this new book to her. Belle hoped in her heart that her father wouldn't be too busy with his invention to read to her.
Alas, there her father was: tinkering with his newest invention. Belle's father made a living off of inventing new machines. This most recent one was very large, and resembled a carriage. Belle was pretty certain she had seen it bake a pie before, though, so there was really no telling what it truly did.
Belle tugged at the hem of her father's trousers, but he was too far into his work to notice. With a sigh, Belle paddled passed him and made her way to the backyard. Her dear companion and pet Gaston the Albot followed behind her, zipping around in the air to and fro, and peeking over her shoulder occasionally.
Once outside, Belle plopped down onto the grass and gloomily looked at Gaston.
Oh, Gaston, when will father ever have time to read with me? How does he expect me to just stay cooped up indoors all the time, without even the pleasure of the adventures in my books?
Gaston buzzed back a bit, and zipped down next to her, peeking at the book.
It's a book about werewolves. The nice lady Resistansen gave it to me. I'm quite interested to read-- Her voice trailed off... She had heard some rustling in the bushes behind her.
Belle's eyes peered toward the bush, and as she stood up to investigate, Gaston pulled her by the ears to hold her back.
Gaston! How am I ever going to have an adventure if you're too scared to let me even try?
Gaston let out a robotic sigh, and allowed Belle to paddle toward the creepy bush...
Belle peeked between the leaves of the bush and let out a start:
who are you?! She was NOT expecting to see another draik peering back at her.
Oh, I... Well.. I'm sorry to startle you. I've just been running from some rather mean people. You see... People can't exactly get past my appearance. The figure replied.
Belle knew immediately what this young draik was talking about. The draik was young, female, maybe around fourteen years old, and had pale green skin with visible lesions and pits across her face. It was easy to see why the villagers had outcasted her.
But Belle was a special young draik, and while she peered at the stranger's face, she could not help but notice this young draik's beautifully kind, green eyes. Belle knew she could be trusted.
Ah, I see. replied Belle.
I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm Belleryna, what's your name?
The young draik looked at Belle and felt a wave of relief. Perhaps she had finally found a friend in one of these villagers.
I'm Eisly. But most people call me... The beast.
