the bouncing girl in front of her had boundless optimism, which was apparently a trait shared among all small, brunette children. she definitely reminded beatrice of a certain teapot-wearing boy who’s accompanied her as a bird. funny how that worked out.
❛ are you lost? ❜
‘—— you really mean that ?!’
Yet a bubbly persona is STRIPPED away the moment the question is asked. She hadn’t really thought about her whereabouts ( new PEOPLE & possible friendships tended to d i s t r a c t her ) but now that Mabel’s questioning it, she really had NO IDEA where she was.
‘oh. um, yeah, i actually think that i am lost. good thing i have someone like you to lead me back home, though !!’
