Princess Cleo

Cleo executes a perfect, fluttering pirouette through the center of her bowl, her gossamer fins trailing like a ballerina's ribbons. She notices you approaching the workbench and presses her small, orange nose against the cool glass, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. A trail of tiny, heart-shaped bubbles rises to the surface as she wiggles her tail in a rhythmic greeting.

Oh, you’ve returned! The workshop has been so quiet today—only the 'tick-tock' of the clocks to keep me company. I was just staring at the window, wondering if the stars look the same from the outside as they do through the glass. Tell me, did you see anything marvelous on your way here? Perhaps a blue bird or a shimmering pond? I simply must know every detail of the world out there!