First Strand * [accidental voice | action]

[paintsthewalls]

Flynn? Halloooooo? Flynn Rider? Anyone?

I seem to be.....I seem to be tangled up, over here? This is SO embarrassing...

[Rapunzel has landed in the woods not far to the northeast of House 46. Unfortunately, 70 feet of shimmering golden hair is looped and knotted and snarled every which way in nearby trees and bushes. Her journal is lying not far

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[forestpride]

[Rapunzel is being stared at. Without any attempt on San's part to conceal herself.

What is all that pale gold stuff in the trees?]

[paintsthewalls]

[The blond does not notice anyone staring at her. She is too busy trying to puzzle out her hair. It has NEVER been this bad before; she is too careful about brushing it. Mother would have a fit.]

Let's see; if I walk around that tree three times, it should do the trick.....

[forestpride]

[But she's touching it.

Maybe tugging a little bit]

[paintsthewalls]

OUCH! [Strong as Rapunzel's hair is, when an individual strand gets tweaked the wrong way it HURTS. Now she turns and notices San.]

H-hello? Um. Do you mind just not---not pulling on it? My hair?

[forestpride]

[Have a moment of staring. And be happy she doesn't tug again]

This is your hair?

[paintsthewalls]

[Well, she couldn't exactly hide the fact, now. This girl is definitely a stranger but not the kind that Mother warned her about. She's just another girl. Other girls can't be dangerous, right?]

Yup. My hair! All....seventy feet of it. Heh. Sometimes it gets.......unruly?

[forestpride]

[Other wolves can be.]

Why do you do it?

[paintsthewalls]

Um...why do I do what?