[Lizzie looked down at her shoes. She always wore flats for reasons, but she was sure that walking would be fine with glad on the floor, the shoes would stop it from digging in too deep either way. So following carefully, she tried as best as a young girl could to find her way to Belle's voice, trying to keep tabs on where she had moved from in her head. It seemed easier than she first planned.]
action;
I'm nearly there.