Beauty - Forest (North Country):
Don't ask. He'd told her that, but it wasn't going to stop her. If he was out here, his curse had been amended.... She frowned. Who had placed the curse on him anyway? She might as well ask, but when she opened her mouth to get the words out, she had none. Fine, she wouldn't ask.
As they walked, Beauty shot Beast a glance. He wasn't looking at her, just staring straight ahead. She sighed. They were still in the forest, and it was still pouring. The storm was still raging around them, but Beauty, being tucked up under Beast's arm and cloak wasn't getting wet. She was still soaked from earlier, though. And the cold, wet clothes were making her shiver--hence being tucked under her arm. His warmth helped, she still felt cold.
"Beauty," Beast said, but he trailed off. She looked at him, frowning. He shook his head and looked away from her. She sighed again and rolled her eyes. For all that he was, he still couldn't always find words. Beauty thought he was shy. Or he just couldn't always find the words. Beauty wasn't sure, though. Guess she'd have to wait it out; he'd hopefully say something eventually. At least, she wouldn't mind him saying it. She knew he was worried about her...it was jsut about getting him to admit it...again.
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