Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24582779-20150819211205/@comment-33209858-20150820230635

Dollmonique couldn't quite comprehend the hexcitement centered around the Spring Fairest. To her, it seemed like just another normal day. It was sunny out, as usual in the land of Ever After, with beautiful pale blue skies and puffy clouds here and there. There was certainly a lot of commotion out in the fairgrounds, with fairytales chatting merrily and walking to and fro from stand to stand. The porcelain doll milled amongst them, void of any sort of real emotion, save for perhaps curiosity.

She supposed some of the rides, like the roller coaster, looked "fun", although she heard plenty of screams coming from it, so perhaps it wasn't as "fun" as she had first thought. The dragon popcorn looked spellicious, judging by the way some fairytales were humming in delight, but Dollmonique would never quite know, since she wasn't able to eat human foods. What baffled her the most, though, were the outfits: She saw plenty of fairytales wearing intricate, floral-laden garbs with patterns and colors reminiscent of spring. Even Dollmonique sported her own flowery attire, just for this occasion, even if she didn't fully understand why there was such a need for it anyways.

But, she supposed, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. She tried to blend in, but her emotionless visage, totally wiped of any of the sheer joy and happiness her fellow human fairytales had, more or less made her stick out like a sore thumb. She couldn't say she was having "fun" quite yet, but she was determined to make the best of this situation, somehow.