"Muggles?" Belle arches an eyebrow at that. So these wizards have their own language, it would seem, for referring to the world around them. Fascinating. "I suppose that means those who aren't wizards, then?"
One of the aspects of Darrow that she has come to admire and enjoy the most has been the chance to meet and interact with so many different people from so many different times and places. She's learning more than she could ever hope to stuck back home in her little village. She is utterly delighted by this particular conversation, and she's sure it shows in her face.
At this last sentence, Philippe snorts, pawing at the ground as he shifts his mane about; the horse equivalent of eyerolling. Belle bites back a smile. "My horse would like to inform you that he was not scared," she says. And then she breaks into a grin, laughing a bit. "Although I will freely admit you gave me something of a scare. You're sure you're alright?"
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One of the aspects of Darrow that she has come to admire and enjoy the most has been the chance to meet and interact with so many different people from so many different times and places. She's learning more than she could ever hope to stuck back home in her little village. She is utterly delighted by this particular conversation, and she's sure it shows in her face.
At this last sentence, Philippe snorts, pawing at the ground as he shifts his mane about; the horse equivalent of eyerolling. Belle bites back a smile. "My horse would like to inform you that he was not scared," she says. And then she breaks into a grin, laughing a bit. "Although I will freely admit you gave me something of a scare. You're sure you're alright?"