Hopeless Wanderer

The sand quieted the stranger’s advance, but Belle was observant and caught movement from the corner of her eye. She shifted her body to present a smaller target to the unknown woman, who held an impressive height advantage. She looked about the height of Jekyll. Her voice matched her feminine form as she offered a word. Deathbelle couldn’t argue that she sounded friendly enough. She didn’t miss the shifting of her gaze as her eyes shot from Belle’s silhouette to the horizon. The hint of a smile played at the Klein woman’s lips as her gaze traveled down her sculpted nose.

”Hello,” she answered politely if not coldly. Silently wondering if she would glean any useful information off this impressive woman. ”You have the pleasure of speaking to Deathbelle Klein. Have you any knowledge of more of that name?” Her question was quick, no small talk would be needed before. Of course if the woman did have information to be given Belle wanted to regroup and decide on her next step.

Even perched upon the sandy incline Deathbelle took on her regal stance, but still ready to shift into a more defensive position if threatened. She didn’t know this woman, and her distrust was poorly hidden.