Queenie
Queen of Everything
Bella's backpack has become an old fashioned leather pack, well made and sturdy, full of an assortment of interesting baubles. Travel rations (dried fruits, nuts, and dried meat), a medieval set of cosmetics (the sort one might see a noble wearing), a small perfume vial, another vial full of a reddish liquid, a tinderbox like the one Mark has, an old fashioned waterskin, a large book, and several pouches full of odd components (sand, rose petals, tiny bells and silver wires, and a variety of other oddities).
Bella watches her mother, father and brother all wander off in their own directions. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand then goes over to her now changed belongings. She drops to her knees to look them over, carefully inspecting each item. "Brad, what is all this... stuff??" She gathers up the food like objects, "Who eats this??" she says, scrunching her nose at the dried meat before jamming it into the bag. She opens and quickly closes the cosmetics, "I suppose they don't have a Sephora here, wherever here actually is," she mumbles. She smells the perfume and shrugs, it was different than her usual scent but pretty enough. "I wonder what this is?" she asks, holding up the reddish liquid. All that plus the tinder box and waterskin get shoved into the bag. "What the heck is all this little stuff, sand and leaves and twigs and... is this butterfly wings??" she asks with a disgusted look on her face. "Ugh!" Everything is now in her bag except the book, which she opens to look at. "Maybe this can tells us what is going on."