Whoever had invented cotton candy had to have been a genius.
Clouds of sticky pink sugar clung to her tongue, to the tips of her fingers where she had pulled apart the sweet treat in fascination. The world was a kaleidoscope of color, and yet she had not had a drop of anything to drink since the night she had spent dedicatedly taste-testing her way through the cocktail menu.
Where she had watched several rides go round and round, eyes wide as she saw people be flung about or shot forward at amazing speeds on rides calling themselves Tilt-A-Whirls and Tornadoes, she had yet to take a seat herself. She would, surely she would, but first she wanted to see all there was to see.
The taste of sugar was thick on her tongue when she spotted d'Artagnan, his attention focused upon a clipboard and pen in his hand as he stood by a stand beside a high, fenced in area. She called out to him, his name as familiar on her lips as anything, and smiled brightly as she approached. "This is wonderful, d'Artagnan."
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Clouds of sticky pink sugar clung to her tongue, to the tips of her fingers where she had pulled apart the sweet treat in fascination. The world was a kaleidoscope of color, and yet she had not had a drop of anything to drink since the night she had spent dedicatedly taste-testing her way through the cocktail menu.
Where she had watched several rides go round and round, eyes wide as she saw people be flung about or shot forward at amazing speeds on rides calling themselves Tilt-A-Whirls and Tornadoes, she had yet to take a seat herself. She would, surely she would, but first she wanted to see all there was to see.
The taste of sugar was thick on her tongue when she spotted d'Artagnan, his attention focused upon a clipboard and pen in his hand as he stood by a stand beside a high, fenced in area. She called out to him, his name as familiar on her lips as anything, and smiled brightly as she approached. "This is wonderful, d'Artagnan."