Hopeless Wanderer

As her bright orchid eyes roved over the impressive frame of the light colored woman their almost conversation was interrupted. Belle looked over at the pale man, his form weary and his voice dry. He had obviously not lived in the desert before, and she wondered absently how much longer he might have lasted. She felt her lips twitch back in amusement at his tired comment. She flashed her ivory tail and pulled her head up just a little higher at their appreciative glances.

Her amethyst eyes returned to Medea as she offered her name as well, and thankfully answered her question. Not that the answer was what Belle had been hoping for. She had no contact with any Klein. Deathbelle tried to hide her disappointment as she returned her eyes to the alabaster man. She didn’t know that she would be able to get any information from him.

”Thank you, Ms. Beaufort.” Not that she’d given her anything useful. She looked to the pale stranger then, ”If you’re going to collapse, you should probably aim for the oasis.” It was about as much help as she was going to give him.