[ Belle doesn't understand the concept of packing light.
Even in the carriage, even when they're supposed to be sightseeing around Arendelle, she has a pack with her, because you never know when you're going to need a change of shoes (or socks!), and we know she doesn't go anywhere without a book or three.
Whether on the floor of the cabin or on the seat next to her, it absolutely takes up too much space. The carriage is stopped — something about the horses, though the coachmen haven't explained exactly what's going on, and she's certainly thankful for Elsa's company (post-unofficial-divorce buddy supreme), but she's lost her ability to handle small enclosed spaces over the years. She rolls her shoulders to keep from squirming, gestures to the window. ] I'll just...
[ Belle doesn't finish the thought, instead slipping out from the carriage door, and she had no idea how much fresh air she was missing in Storybrooke. Holdups or not, this was needed.
Restless, Belle takes a moment to wander around the carriage and the coachmen as they move about the most important piece: the horses. One is clearly perturbed, shuffling its feet, almost limping, whinnying in annoyance, and she watches as the coachmen discuss and gesture to the horse's hooves. Through the trees, the sun catches a glint of silver on one hoof only.
Well. The coachmen shrug and chatter among themselves, but that's a pretty easy fix.
Belle's eyes light up with excitement, and she hurries back to the window of the coach, leaning in to Elsa. ]
Your horse - it lost a shoe! [ Fantastic observation skills! Her early years of bookish horse girlery are coming in absolutely clutch. She beams. ] The road ahead is too rocky without it, but if we can find it, I know how to fix it. [ She gestures for Elsa to follow her with a wave of her hand, and then she's already practically halfway back down the pathway. Let's go! ]
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Even in the carriage, even when they're supposed to be sightseeing around Arendelle, she has a pack with her, because you never know when you're going to need a change of shoes (or socks!), and we know she doesn't go anywhere without a book or three.
Whether on the floor of the cabin or on the seat next to her, it absolutely takes up too much space. The carriage is stopped — something about the horses, though the coachmen haven't explained exactly what's going on, and she's certainly thankful for Elsa's company (post-unofficial-divorce buddy supreme), but she's lost her ability to handle small enclosed spaces over the years. She rolls her shoulders to keep from squirming, gestures to the window. ] I'll just...
[ Belle doesn't finish the thought, instead slipping out from the carriage door, and she had no idea how much fresh air she was missing in Storybrooke. Holdups or not, this was needed.
Restless, Belle takes a moment to wander around the carriage and the coachmen as they move about the most important piece: the horses. One is clearly perturbed, shuffling its feet, almost limping, whinnying in annoyance, and she watches as the coachmen discuss and gesture to the horse's hooves. Through the trees, the sun catches a glint of silver on one hoof only.
Well. The coachmen shrug and chatter among themselves, but that's a pretty easy fix.
Belle's eyes light up with excitement, and she hurries back to the window of the coach, leaning in to Elsa. ]
Your horse - it lost a shoe! [ Fantastic observation skills! Her early years of bookish horse girlery are coming in absolutely clutch. She beams. ] The road ahead is too rocky without it, but if we can find it, I know how to fix it. [ She gestures for Elsa to follow her with a wave of her hand, and then she's already practically halfway back down the pathway. Let's go! ]