A young traveller set foot one day, in a very strange place indeed. A carnival of children, merry and joyful, all problems aside. Yet he cannot help but wonder at the strangeness of it all. In the days (..or has it been weeks?) since his arrival, not a single adult has he seen. But just as he begins to wonder, it seems not so strange after all. Where had he come from again? He cares no more, he belongs here now, in the Carnivale of Children. An other-worldly fantasy type of story I'm working on, with darker, almost gothic undertones. (Not gothic as in.. spiderwebs and fishnets) I wanted to achieve a sort-of.. urban-otherworldish feel to these characters, not typical high-fantasy. This odd trio roam the Carnival-Town's streets at night, making sure of what? That no-one enters, or perhaps, that no-one leaves. None of the town's children really know, but they perform their task dutifully nonetheless. I'm having trouble adjusting to water-colour-pencils..