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Isabella "Bella" Swan (_bella) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Bella stood watching silently as he looked over the journal he'd just been presented with. She knew that under any other circumstances, informing him that he was holding a magic journal would have earned her a contemptuous look questioning her sanity, but with a creature straight out of Dragonheart standing not more than 10 feet away, it didn't seem that farfetched. Overall, he seemed to be taking the news rather well, and she wondered if she had explained it right—the seriousness of the situation. Thus far, no one really seemed that shocked or terrified by the circumstances. Bella, on the other hand, was still having a hard time with this new world. It had only been a day—she was still feeling dazed, confused, and scared. She was muscling through those emotions, of course, but she was pretty sure she'd be living with them for a while. Under normal circumstances, she was good at blocking out painful, unnecessary things from her memory, but this seemed too big even for her. Then again, only time would tell.

When he finally turned back to her, introducing himself, she offered a small smile in return. She was still recovering from the dragon panic attack, but her heart was almost at a normal pace now, and the adrenaline was fading, and as a result, the small gesture was earnest and brightened her face ever so slightly. She opened her mouth to offer her assistance with his room when Eragon began introducing his dragon. She looked at the creature then, her heart picking up it's pace again, but the smile she gave Saphira wasn't masking fear, and only faded when Eragon informed her that Saphira couldn't speak with her. Confusion returned then, "She can't talk to me?" She parroted, making it a question. "I..." She began, only to find she didn't know what to say to that. "I'm sorry, I don't understand." She confessed looking sheepish again. Her eyes returned to the dragon, "I'm sorry." She apologized, feeling guilty for the unintentional slight that she wasn't even sure how she was committing. She wondered if it was just that she hadn't been addressing her personally or if it was something more than that.