For the past several weeks, Rapunzel had watched her parents slave over plans and preparations for Corona’s annual Market Festival. It had seemed such a big fuss over just one festival; they had festivals practically every week in Corona. Just last Monday she’d gone to the Butternut Squash Festival, in fact. It couldn’t be that big of a deal.
It took all of two seconds at the Market Festival for Rapunzel to realize how wrong she was. Music was streaming into her room well before sunrise, a cacophony of drums and trumpets that demanded she wake. The road to the town center was thronged with people; had they not been in the royal carriage, they probably would have had to walk all the way into town. When they finally arrived, Rapunzel leaped out of the carriage, waving absentmindedly at her mother’s order to not do something or other.
The Market Festival was even bigger than the festival that had been happening the day Eugene brought Rapunzel to the capital. Flags of every imaginable color waved in the breeze while young children weaved in between the legs of merchants trying to sell their wares. Smells mingled and danced in the air, bringing to mind images of homemade soup and huge roasts of lamb and the wafting fragrance of honeysuckle. It was a chaotic mish-mash of sights and sounds that would have overwhelmed even the most hardened pub thug.
Rapunzel loved it.
With one last wave back to her parents, Rapunzel dove off into the crowd, excited to see what the festival had to offer.
Giselle couldn’t be more delighted. The festival had hardly begun and already it was better than even she had expected. The mixture of different and wonderful sights, smells, and sounds was almost too much. Giselle hardly knew what to do. She found herself wandering everywhere, her eyes wide and hands perched in the air by her shoulders. She had no idea where in Corona she was, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less! A string of flags hanging from the top floor of one house to the top of another caught her attention. She gazed up at it as she walked with a wide smile. But her oblivious nature finally caught up to her and she suddenly felt herself crash into someone.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” she said, snapping out of her awe-struck trance. “I didn’t mean to hurt you! Please don’t yell at me…” Giselle of course was used to busy streets, but a much ruder type of busyness. New Yorkers were often times vicious to her when she so much as touched them. She knew it was coming, so she shrunk back and prepared herself for the woman’s wrath.
((Lauren, we need to start a new thread? how about Giselle visiting Bentley ?! :D))
((she’s never seen the beach and Sandy offered to take her with Benny and Charlie next time they went.))
((Oooooo well, the beach sounds perfect! :) ))
((Yessssss! Sandy said he’d text me lol))