belladonna and nightshade

As their interaction went on Belle was surprised she had gotten any words from him at all with his one worded answers and rude demeanor. His upbringing was obviously inferior to her royal teachings as a child. She had grown up memorizing defensive battle moves as well as verbal etiquette and manners. Deathbelle nodded at his question, indeed she was. She had a pup to take care of, and needed the marshmallow in case she developed a cough.

As his attention shifted to the holes he’d dug Belle vaulted the branches to return to her acquired horsetail plant. The mere sight of it causing a smile to play on her features as she made motion to follow after her grumpy companion. She strode along the path like branches of the mangroves as he led the way. She squinted her purple gaze as he looked over to her right, seeing flowers that looked quite similar to the marshmallow plant. She motioned towards them. ”I think I’ve found a patch.”

Belle told him as she leapt from her highway and made her way to the flowering plant. She looked back to Holland, obviously awaiting his work to dig out the plants. She still wasn’t about to get her paws dirty.