There's a certain warmth that spreads through her at the idea of her sisters becoming legends, of the stories that will be told about them. About her. There will be stories and songs - well, more stories and songs - and there's something pleasing about the whole affair. "Yes, both older. Marguerite and Sophie. They had wanted to come, but other duties called to their attention first."

She misses them, though, wishes they could have been here with her.

Belle clasps her hands behind her back and rocks on her heels. "I have a gift for it, I'm afraid. Truth be told, I was once very... quiet and soft and fanciful. But you're the one who brought up turning into a dragon."