Beast seems to be sleeping in a bit this morning. Perhaps he has had a good dream. Belle can study on her own, anyway.
"You were there," he says, "but you weren't yourself, you were someone named Isabella with huge feathery wings like a bird's. They were very pretty. And you had a husband who they said looked just like me. And I talked to the person who wasn't exactly you about you and the spell, and she said you might be afraid I'd be angry with you if you tried to help me and failed, but I told her I wouldn't, and then she turned me human and I borrowed her husband."
She falls into her mindscape easily, and waits for a rose to offer itself up, and she thinks on it.
It is a few minutes later before she opens her eyes again.
"There could be social consequences, which I would not like, depending on how we wound up situated," she says. "Apart from that I imagine I would not mind."
She closes her eyes again. "I don't like how this works, but it's been made clear to me that pretty girls are supposed to 'buy' themselves security and faithfulness and matrimony with the purchase price of their beauty and constancy and initial virginity. If I 'buy' less than that or 'spend' more than that - if I deviate from this pattern in any way other than perhaps growing into a lone spinster-scholar - then I stand a reasonable chance of being treated like a pariah. Certainly this could be alleviated with frequent travel, if I liked the idea of frequent travel. Certainly I could simply say that most of the people who'd treat me that way don't matter to me - but I've never had cause to test the borders of my father's affection, now, have I? And he matters. Certainly if you were not caught, no one could laugh at me - except anyone party to the borrowing arrangement, who'd have their reasons for silence likewise. If you could be sure you would not be caught. But I cannot imagine that things have gotten worse in this dimension in the past century. Perhaps you've only forgotten; perhaps the rules are simply different for men by enough that you never learned the counterpart framework."
"Beast," she murmurs when the fire is close enough that she feels sunburnt and he's only halfway through the bushes.
Outside, the fire swirls through the garden, but is stymied - both its temperature and its actual burning - by the walls of the building.
Belle doesn't let go even after it's clear they're safe.
To resume studying.
"You weren't kidding," she murmurs, and she looks out the window. The ash is cleared, the fire's out. The spell didn't restore the plants, but they'll grow back.
Belle gets up and goes to the entrance hall.
"Oh! Someone is here! Hello - I'm Chelise - what is this place, who are you?"
"I'm Belle," says Belle. "I'm afraid you're stuck here - the castle is cursed, it's just us and Beast - despite the name he's quite friendly, though."
"Oh - well - but my friends -"
"You're welcome to try finding them, but you'll find that the curse will turn you around and bring you straight back here, and your friends will find that they're turned away if they wind up heading towards us," sighs Belle. "I'm sorry - I do understand; I was looking for my father when I got drawn in."
"But," says Chelise, "but then how long do I have to stay here - without any of my friends?"
"I'm really sorry," sighs Belle. "It's until I manage to break the curse - I'm studying enchanting - or until one of us manages to fall in mutual love with Beast."
"Oh. Well. Can you introduce me, then?" asks Chelise.
"Yes, but you should be warned that he's cursed too - he doesn't look human at the moment."
"That's all right, isn't he still a person?" says Chelise.
"Yes."
"If my friends aren't going to find me I'd better make friends with you two, hadn't I?" says Chelise reasonably.
And the two young women go into the library. Chelise is blonde and blue-eyed and a little older than Belle, plainer in the face but with a friendly expression to Belle's resignation. "Hello," she says to the Beast. "I'm Chelise."
"If it's me - and really I don't think she looks as interested as you said, diving straight for the books when there was a lonely person who needed affection, but maybe I'm wrong, so if - if it's me I could introduce you to all my friends - does the cat thing go away when the curse breaks? It must, mustn't it. That's almost a pity with you so soft." She idly rubs his belly like he really is just a giant cat.
"Oh, there are a lot of them - I was in the forest with some of my oldest friends visiting from Albion, I lived there until I was twelve and they aren't so far away that I can never see them. I'm the only bilingual one in the party, I hope they aren't unable to find any help, I hope they aren't lost for too long," she says. "But I make friends with everyone I can, so the only thing they've all got in common is that they're willing to make friends."
"Well, my brother moved to L'arbe, and when my friends came to visit some of them wanted to see him too, so we all went, and L'arbe is just on the edge of the wood, and - and I don't live around here, I didn't know it would catch fire or that it would turn us around so, we thought we might find berries or something, my brother didn't warn us," sighs Chelise.