WHO: Giselle
WHAT: Instead of writing in her newfound journal, Giselle would rather wander around and ask people odd questions.
WHERE: EVERYWHERE. Giselle is wandering aimlessly.
WHEN: Early evening.
Oh dear!
This wasn't the castle at all! And it certainly didn't look like Andalasia.
Giselle glanced over her shoulder before turning to face the new world in front of her. There didn't seem to be an excess of people around, but perhaps those who were around might help her find her way back home. "E-excuse me," she called out to no one in particular as she started forward, lifting her wedding dress up just slightly to allow for easier movement. "Excuse me! Might anyone be kind enough to direct me to the castle?
Hello?"
Oh, poodles. She sighed and hung her head, but continued forward until she caught a glimpse of herself in a puddle. Was that-- was that her? "Oh my," she said, stunned, as she felt at her hair and face. "Oh my. This is certainly a big change." No time to gawk! After examining herself, she continued onward, wanderingly aimlessly through the streets of the new city.
"Please help my find the castle," Giselle called out once more. "You see, I'm to be wed to Prince Edward, my one true love, and I must be at the castle. Hello?"