With an umbrella that was opened and held in her hand, Belle walked down the streets of the town while carrying the rabbit in her hand. When her parents were still alive, it was often that Belle got to leave the mansion. Even if she was a little successful in it, the butler would catch and send her back inside to only be reprimanded by her mother for the lack of tact.
It was just Belle's curious nature to know how things worked. She showed less interest in the society she belonged to and was more interested in what the villagers and townsfolk did. The road was muddy and slippery after the rain that had poured last night. The sky had somewhat cleared and though her leg hurt her, Belle didn't care for it and she continued to walk as carriages passed by her. Passing through the towns and a small village to finally reach the family cemetery.
