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Bela is out by a crossroads. Again.
She has a manic energy about her as she paces in high-heeled boots, dust scuffing the leather. The moon is full, even though there are thin clouds skirting about the dark sky. It's peaceful out here with the crickets chirping and the grass rustling in the breeze.
Bela is not peaceful. She's here in desperation. Sure. How can she not be? But she's also here with an idea. Maybe. It can't hurt to ask.
She has a manic energy about her as she paces in high-heeled boots, dust scuffing the leather. The moon is full, even though there are thin clouds skirting about the dark sky. It's peaceful out here with the crickets chirping and the grass rustling in the breeze.
Bela is not peaceful. She's here in desperation. Sure. How can she not be? But she's also here with an idea. Maybe. It can't hurt to ask.