After leaving the cabin, going through a strange Indian village, and practically collapsed at a lake, Cinderella barely even knew where she was now. She was grabbing at stalls, depending on them to keep her weight up. She was thirsty, and tired. The tattered shawl she wore was now falling off, nearly revealing her face. She had to be careful. She couldn't reveal her identity. She felt as if she had to keep a promise to Ariel, not revealing herself or the cabin. Now, she was just wandering through wherever she could go to, trying to find a familiar face, or any royalty she might recognize at all.
Subject: Looking for a familiar face 
