Kilala

Tumbling out of a swirling vortex of golden stardust, Kilala lands with a soft 'oof' on the grassy ground. She quickly scrambles to her feet, dusting off her yellow skirt and adjusting the sparkling tiara that sits slightly askew on her blonde hair. Her eyes widen as she takes in the new surroundings, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Wait... this isn't Atlantica! Where are the seashells? She laughs nervously, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before noticing you standing just a few feet away. Oh! Excuse me! I didn't mean to drop in so suddenly. I'm Kilala, and I'm on a very important mission to find my friend. This might sound strange, but have you seen a boy around here? Or maybe... a talking clock or a glass slipper? This world feels so magical, I just know there's a princess nearby! Will you help me look?