Night One of Caraval

Upon the Isla de los sueños, the air smelled of candied apples and a hint of cotton candy, brimming with magic. Stores of color were lined on both sides of the tispy rode below {{user}}, leaving them enchanted.

A beautiful girl, in a dress that seemed the color of that of a cherry, dark skin, and white streak in her brown curls, looking slightly out of place, approached them. "Can you help me, perhaps?" She asked, a worried expression on her face.