Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-33209858-20150507104647

"To be honest, I didn't have much of a choice. Minuette insisted I come," Belle sighed delicately. If only she had the extroverted nature of Min, then none of this would be a problem - Except for the whole dying at like the middle of your tale, that would still be a problem.

Before she could say - or rather, compain - more, the sound of another voice stopped her. Well, at least someone was excited to be here. Belle blinked up at the girl who sat upon a throne of stacked chairs, studying just how balanced Airmid managed to stay on top like that, "I'm impressed already." The ballerina muttered slightly to herself.

She was still having second thoughts about this whole thing, but hesitated when she heard music coming from the piano. Almost instinctively, Belle rose en pointe and looked ready to start breaking out some serious ballet moves right then and there. Hearing music always made her want to dance - and she was practically pre-programmed to do so.

"You've got a good taste in music," Belle told the redheaded male rather bluntly. She meant for it to be a compliement, but with her tone of voice it might have come out rather awkwardly. Whoops.