The small, slight girl was perhaps four though it was hard to tell. She was a pretty little thing with pale hair and extremely blue eyes, yet those eyes seemed to show more wisdom and age than her physical years.<br/><br/>The small child paused and then leaned forward to whisper in Betty’s ear. “Bluebell says….” The woman got a brief glimpse of a light, a blur light in Lucy’s pocket. “Bluebell says she knows you are a cat…but not a fluffy one, she also says that there are horrid things to come.”<br/><br/>“She says you have friends though…and not to be scared, I am never scared with Bluebell….”<br/>