Weaving in and out of traffic easily Bell found herself checking the skies frequently as she made her way to Old Town. Catching herself about the tenth time checking the skies above for any flash of green she stopped at a light and let her blue green eyes drop as she shook her head. She was scared – she knew she was and yet knowing did nothing to help ease her mind or slow her heart. It was as though being out in the open put the dread from ten years past right square in the middle of her. She shivered unconciously and flinched when the horns behind her honked when the light had changed. The green of the stop light leering at her while her troubled mind fought to catch up with her current position. All the while dark memories from her past were pulling over her mind.<br/><br/>She sat shivering in a small enclosed space – Wendy's ghoulish and large face sneering at her from outside the glass that trapped her in small form. The magic they'd used on her was subtle but in her small form it was all that was really needed to ensure she stayed where they could keep her – use her when they liked - or simply store her away like a book. She remembered wanting to escape wanting to be free. Hurt because she didn't understand Odense or any of this world – she missed home, she missed her friends. Why had she ever decided to play with the silly mortal boy in the first place... how had he charmed her so easily and fooled her so quickly. She knew the truth of matters by this point – and Pan had caught on that she knew as well. He'd become distant – had been turning to that Wendy woman for everything, no matter what Deed he put to Bell she'd done it for him a darker form of herself had even started to surface, but then this! Like everything that she'd done for him meant nothing. Trapped in a light bulb scrawled with runes to hold her in place while her light slowly flickered and darkened over the time spent there.<br/><br/>The horns sounded more impatiently from behind her now pulling her back the fear clenching her chest let go as her world famous temper flared her eyes glowed brilliant green for a moment before she gritted her teeth and threw the guy behind her a bird then tore out at top speeds. She had to figure out what Pan was playing at – that strange Golden Sword, the Fey Treasure, the Boys and Wendy – they were up to something horrid before she'd escaped. But during his time in the vase the Lost Boys seemed to have all but vanished – split apart – spread among the winds. She hadn't even seen Hook about which was cause for some concern.<br/><br/>She pushed her mind back to the now – she could do nothing if she had no help. A slight relief was filling her chest as she made her way into Old Town – the buildings and people seemed to change to a more homey and familiar form for her and she smiled if only slightly. The traffic seemed to ease up to – most things ran a little more slowly in Old Town and she felt like she could breath slightly fresher air. She turned the corner and the old building that was the Arcana Cabana appeared. Bell slowed down and parked across the street from it. She sat up and pulled her helmet off, long silvery blonde hair spilled around her shoulders in the long layers and she took a deeper breath in. The air was more fresh here – she could almost taste the crispness of winter coming on the wind. Still winter was a little away but the change of the seasons was already in the air – she could feel the last gasps of summer as fall was slowly creeping in. She could also taste the rain on the wind as she noted the thunderclouds gathering in the horizon past the shop Being Fey made her much more aware of simple things like this, and she found focusing on it for a moment calmed her while her blue green eyes scanned the Arcana Cabana she wondered just what waited inside for her.<br/><br/>Curiosity was piqued when she caught sight of another blonde – nearly white haired – woman walking into the shop. She quirked a brow and felt her head tilt – why did she look familiar? Then again many people looked familiar to her. She used the atmosphere and its tasteful blend of change to settle her nerves for a few moments more then brushed it all off her mind and dismounted her bike. She carried her helmet with her just in case the rain came before she finished in the shop. Making her way across the street she found herself inspecting the structure for any wards – hexes – or other crazy magic shit that could hurt her then stepped over the thresh hold quietly – letting the door shut almost soundlessly.<br/><br/>Blue-green eyes roved over the many items that were housed here, the silver haired beauty and a man were speaking and Bell seemed to have entered unnoticed. She quirked a brow ease - dropping as she realized mixed feelings were working between the two. The man seemed completely unphased by the silver haired ladies teasing banter and eventually the shop keeper – the man she guessed – would take her around showing her silver trinkets.<br/><br/>She lost interest of there conversation at this point and decided to be polite and look around the wares herself. She was surprised to see something terrifyingly familiar – a light bulb on a shelf with runes decorating the glass surface. Her hand reached towards it but never actually touched it – she knew to touch it would trap her within the bulb. A Fey Trap that some people called the Bug Zapper – she moved away though as the Silver haired lady purchased herself a trinket and made for the door. Bell remained quiet for a moment – her curious nature keeping her so as she watched the man head outside to collect mail. When he came back in he moved for a book and flipping it open started to read.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but to giggle at this point – he was oblivious to his other guest it seemed. Either that or she'd accidentally thrown a glamour of herself before entering. She rather doubted that though. If her giggle wasn't enough to rouse his attention she finally cleared her throat holding a music box in her hands as she finally spoke<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99"> “Excuse me … Sir” </span>She said stepping out into full view finally her long silvery blonde hair was pulled over her left shoulder, her slightly pointed ear showed on her right side with four silver rings pierced along the cartilage and lobe.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“I'm sorry – I didn't want to bother you while you were with the other customer... I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions though?” </span>She stepped a little closer after she set the music box back down on the table she was standing near. She wasn't a well known Fey – in fact hardly anyone knew of her even being in Odense – most of her own kind figured she was just hiding out around Neverland being the ever rebellious Fey she'd been most of her life. But there were three fairies back home that missed her greatly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">“If this is a bad time though I can come back tomorrow?”</span>She seemed impatient when she said that last bit though even as her eyes darted down to his book then back to his face. She was impatient though she needed answers. She knew that this was the other man who'd been sucked into the vase at the Museum Gala but she was unsure whether she could trust him – he looked familiar but she couldn't really say why.