The carnival was set up just outside the bazaar of the magical district in Cairo. Many people were excited, and the streets were bustling. Festivities were underway, and the majority of people tended to do their shopping in the late afternoon when the air was cooler. Maisah was one of these people, but unlike many, she was not so impressed by the carnival being just outside the bazaar entrance. It made her errands difficult, and stressed her out further as she tried to weave in and out of the crowd, bags of fabrics and weaves in hand. She'd gone a little overboard again.
On her way out, nearing one of the tents of the carnival, her horrors became awakened. Ahead, she saw a friend of her parents - those same parents she had been avoiding for five years. In a ditch effort not to be seen, she scurried into the tent, plowing right into display of a large dragon. Was she even supposed to be in this tent!? She was flung back in recoil, a squeal leaving her, bags being thrown across the floor.
The dragon inside the cage seemed to pace, growling as though about the breath fire, and Maisah gasped, attempting to crawl away on the gravel, dress catching on the uneven floor and causing her to panic and struggle.