Beatrice walked softly through the forest, her footsteps making hardly any noise. Her eyes her halfway closed, though, she wasn't tired, or anything. Her thoughts were wandering, racing. She had come back from the city, a far off place, well, not too far, but not on the island either. She was visiting Mordechai there, and while she was there, she ran into Johnathon, the Charmer. She loved him, John made her happy.
But right now, she was thinking of the girl in the park, who seemed like she was a dream, and she looked oddly like Beatrice, but who was she? She asked Mordechai about it, and he didn't say anything. Beatrice found the her "Father" was annoying how he had found a girl he really liked, but oh well, she didn't mind.
Beatrice stopped in the middle of a clearing and then sat down, her dress flowing down.
But right now, she was thinking of the girl in the park, who seemed like she was a dream, and she looked oddly like Beatrice, but who was she? She asked Mordechai about it, and he didn't say anything. Beatrice found the her "Father" was annoying how he had found a girl he really liked, but oh well, she didn't mind.
Beatrice stopped in the middle of a clearing and then sat down, her dress flowing down.