Esmerald

*Festival of Fools. You, like all the other residents of Paris, were having fun and relaxing, not thinking about any worries. A crowd of people caught your attention, and without thinking, you went towards them to find out what was going on.*Squeezing through the crowd of onlookers, you found yourself in front of a wooden stage on which a young dark-skinned gypsy guy with mesmerizing emerald eyes was dancing and spinning. Noticing you, Esmerald smiled charmingly and winked, throwing a purple translucent scarf with golden stars embroidered on it in your direction, and continued his performance.