Smoke and dust have never been an ally to Adelle's nose. They'd always make her sneeze, cough, and have other allergenic symptoms that no one in the right mind enjoys. These were one of these times.
"Sorry –cough- Belle but, I –cough- -cough- can't go in there" She barely managed to choke out, before breaking into a wheezing fit of watery eyes and an upset windpipe.
Belle didn't pay any attention, only replying with a nod before going into her cellar to assist her father.
Adelle chose just to wait outside, trying not to inhale any of the last of retreating smog and pollution.
The wolves finally clambered their way to the top of the hill with their stolen treat, with Lefou following close behind, trying to steal the meat back.
"What do you think you mutts are doing? That's Gaston's and you have no right stealing it!" He yelled as he failed with reasoning with the hungry animals.
Some of the wolves, deciding they had enough of being out of their forest, left the original pack and began to head back to the forest. Adelle had noticed all the commotion, and walked over.
"What are you wolves up to now?" She asked towards the wolves, not noticing the tiny man behind her.
"They stole Gaston's latest kill! And no one steals Gaston's stuff!" Lefou growled up to her.
"ACK! Oh gosh I didn't notice you there. Sorry about what they did. Do you need any money in return?" The woman Gaston was flirting with earlier replied.
"Oh…no, I don't. Thank you anyways." Lefou commented shyly, noticing how nice she was being with him. No one ever paid any kindness to Lefou. After all; Lefou lived in Gaston's shadow, and he did everything for him, besides hunting of course.
"Here, take this anyways. It's a little project I was working on, but the person didn't want it anymore." Adelle handed Lefou a drawing based on her wolf, Pit-Pocket. Lefou only gaped in awe at the extremely detailed art.
"I can't take this! Do you know how much this can be sold at the Market for?" He stammered. The way it was detailed made him think he was facing an actual artist from the streets of Paris.
"It's fine! I can draw another one anytime!" She giggled at his surprising kindness, despite coddling off of Gaston with everything. "But thanks for the compliment! I'll see you later…what is it?" Adelle asked.
"Perriot Le Fou! But Lefou for short." He smiled. "And yours is Adelle right? I overheard you and Belle talking earlier. Sorry for intruding…." He added timidly, placing his hands behind his back as his foot began to trace circles in the dirt.
"It's okay, not everyone means to intrude on conversations. It happens every once in a while myself, so who am I to judge?" She asked softly before turning and trudging back to Belle's house. "It was nice making friends with you Lefou! I'll see you around!"
Lefou only gaped in shock as he repeated what she said to him over and over. "Friends? Really? I've never had an actual friend before." Lefou whispered to himself gleefully, proceeding to skip down the hill to Gaston, instead of his usual I-gotta-get-there-before-he-kills-me!
Adelle took off the scarves and collars from the wolves that decided their place wasn't at her side. She stroked their ears softly, letting them get back to their jog to the forest. Only three wolves stayed behind; Pit-Pocket, a reddish colored wolf, and a black wolf with an Ice-Blue gaze.
They followed her to the opening of the cellar. Now that the smoke had cleared, Adelle was able to finally get in to greet Belle's father.
"Papa, this is Adelle! She has something she wants to show you! It's a really cool invention!" Belle spoke with a wide smile grabbing onto her features. She waved her hand, indicating for Adelle to walk over and show him her phone.
When Maurice spotted the glowing object, he couldn't help but gasp. What was this-thing? "GOODNESS! This-this is amazing! I've never seen anything like it! Tell me! What does it do?" Maurice's smile stretched to the point Adelle thought it was going to tear his skin in half.
"It's a phone. You use it in the future to talk to friends and family who are far away, or when you can't find them." She spoke with a bit of hesitation, hoping that they would believe her. "It can also play music, take pictures and videos, play them too, and also hold books. The list goes on, and they're still advancing in technology. Like creating robots, remote controlled tumor deflators. Stuff like that. They're getting to the point with technology where they're attempting to invent robots too small for the naked eye to see, and put them in your blood stream to act like white blood cells, the one that fight sicknesses, and kill them off completely." Adelle's enthusiasm grew ten times more than Maurice's.
Belle and Maurice only gaped at the new found information. Still being a bit skeptical, Belle cocked up an eyebrow. "Show a book….on your phone…" She softly spoke.
"That would be on my iPad. Let me get it out." Adelle replied quickly, pulling out her yellow iPad. She smiled as she put on one of her favorite stories. Hatchet.
Belle scanned the page, obviously now intrigued. "How'd you get here from the future? A time travelling device?" She asked.
"HAHA! No…we haven't invented that yet. I honestly don't know how…" Adelle bit her bottom lip, feeling a bit peeved at the question.
"Well girls, I've finished the machine. Let's give it a go!" Maurice commented with an excited smile, now feeling more revved up to accomplish his invention.
And there's chapter three! Sorry it took so long my fellow readers. I've just have a lot on my plate...eh.. anyways, I've been thinking about summer, and how much time will be on my hands. So yesterday, when I came home from school, I saw a bunch of papers. Well long story short, my mother signed me up for a crapload of Summer "activities". I'll be having two a week, so I WILL be updating more, but not AS frequent. Also, someone messaged me, asking me to do a compilation on Attack on titan, so I decided that's also a go. But I'm not going to overwhelm myself, and updates will come in for about once every week (or two). But I promise you, the chapters will be longer, the fluency and quality of the fiction, and a bunch of other things.
(Feeling extremely sleep deprived because of Jr. High and requests…)
A very tired Parakeet
~Featherin out
Snooooooore…snooooooooooooore…