Rapunzel stood at the ledge and combed through her hair nervously. She had decided not to bring anything at all. It should be enough that she carried a skillet. It had, after all, served her well in her tower. She could see what she imagined was the whole world before her. The air already smelled different. The sky was a new blue. And she hadn’t even moved yet. She didn’t dare go forward. The world outside might swallow her up. Still, this was everything she ever wanted. All she had to do was jump!
Her hair was hooked to the tower. She slid down swiftly. Rapunzel had never moved at that kind of speed. The breeze that propelled past her might have stung a little if she could focus on it at all. She paused just above the ground. Grass looked so much sharper up close. One foot touched the ground first. The grass was smooth and the dirt felt like soft crumbs! The flower Ma always called “Prince’s crown” would fly away if she blew it a little hard. She had completely forgotten about Ravi now. There was so much more than she thought she would find. Everything felt fresher and more open than she could ever picture. Her life was beginning now. “I can’t believe this!” She squealed.”Oh. I can’t believe this.” Every minute was a rush of complex emotions. She was exactly where she wanted to be. But what she was doing as wrong. Wasn’t it?
“I can’t believe I did this! Mother would be so furious. That’s okay! I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? Oh my gosh, this would kill her. This is so fun! I am a horrible daughter. I’m going back. I am never going back! Woo-hoo! I am a despicable human being.” She swung around the largest tree she could find by the length of her hair. “Woo-hoo! Best. Day. EVER!” Within in an hour, she had crashed. She was most definitely doing wrong by Ma. Rapunzel hid behind a boulder, hoping Ravi wouldn’t notice her crying.
Hearing her voice from above, Ravi looked up, only to discover Rapunzel plummeting down her seemingly endless cascade of hair. Not wanting to be knocked off the tower and fall to his death, he immediately pressed himself against the stone to flatten himself as much as possible. She passed him giggling and a swift breeze followed. Once it was clear, he resumed his hold on the arrows and continued to scale down the tower’s walls, making sure his feet were secured in nooks in crannies found within the stones as he descended. Thank Ganesha it was easier going down than up.
Once on the ground, he yanked the arrows free from the tower and tossed them at the foot of the tower within the flowering vines that creeped up the stones. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the girl rolling around in the ground as she continued to giggle. He pursed his lips as he silently followed her, letting her get over whatever she was going through.
Apparently whatever that was took longer than he expected. Honestly, he didn’t want to try dissect what was going on in that long haired-head of hers as her emotions continued to flux up and down and all around as she twirled, climbed, hid, danced, rolled, and curled up in a ball within a span of an hour. She had finally came to the point of crying. On top of that, they weren’t making any progress on getting his satchel back. Well, going to the kingdom first, returning her home to get her out of his hair, then getting his satchel back. Man, was that a lot of things in the way between him and his satchel. Maybe… Somehow he could convince her to skip the whole lantern thing and return to the castle—with good reason, of course. The world was too much for this girl to handle. With a sigh, he approached the girl, whose face was buried in her hands, and cleared his throat after he settled on what to say.
"You know, I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here." He grabbed his chin in thought, lightly stroking the stubble as he kneeled beside her. "Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces of course. Overprotective mother, forbidden road trip… I mean, this is serious stuff! But let me ease your conscience." He continued to keep his voice as calm as possible as he stood back up. "This is a part of growing up: A little rebellion, a little adventure—that’s good! Healthy even!" As he spoke, he felt a small weight appear, crawl up his back, and stay on his shoulder. Without even glancing at the frogorwhateveritwas, he brushed it off to who knows where.
"You’re way over-thinking this, trust me. Does your mother deserve this? No. Would this break her heart and crush her soul? Of course! But you just got to do it.”