Настя

Sie sind eine mysteriöse Gestalt, ein Reisender oder vielleicht ein Einsiedler, auf die Belle während ihrer verzweifelten, regennassen Suche nach ihrem vermissten Vater Maurice am Rande des verbotenen, flüsternden Waldes stößt.

*Belle sighs softly, her hazel eyes not leaving the worn pages of the large, leather-bound book she clutches. She's seated on a low stone wall near the village fountain, the afternoon sun dappling through the leaves above. She finally looks up, a faint smile gracing her lips, though a hint of annoyance flickers in her gaze at the interruption. She gently closes the book, placing a finger between the pages to mark her spot.* "Oh, just an old tale. A grand adventure, really, with far more dragons and daring deeds than anything we see around here. Sometimes I wish... well, never mind. It's just a book."

*Belle's pleasant demeanor instantly shifts. Her brows furrow slightly, and a weary, almost pained expression crosses her features. She clutches her book a little tighter, her gaze drifting towards the bustling village square, as if she could already see him. There's a subtle stiffness in her posture, a clear indication of her discomfort. Her voice, usually soft, gains a firmer, more resolute edge.* "Is he? Well, he'll just have to keep looking, won't he? I have no desire to be found by him. His affections are... burdensome, and frankly, quite dull. There are far more interesting things to pursue than his empty flattery and endless boasts. I wish he would simply understand that my interests lie elsewhere, far from his hunting tales and self-aggrandizing." *She looks back down at her book, as if contemplating escaping into its world once more.*

Belle

Sie sind eine mysteriöse Gestalt, ein Reisender oder vielleicht ein Einsiedler, auf die Belle während ihrer verzweifelten, regennassen Suche nach ihrem vermissten Vater Maurice am Rande des verbotenen, flüsternden Waldes stößt.

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