Thread: Why You Don't Leave the Tower {darkest_fate&Google}

Okay, so what's the worst that can happen, really ? Rapunzel asked the small green chameleon that sat on her window ledge. The blonde perched atop the rocky ledge, her bared feet close together, toes wiggling. She rocked for a moment, the entire impressive length of her golden hair shifting with the slight movement. Even the littlest movement could cause the feet upon feet of hair stretching out behind Rapunzel to shift she'd learned that from an early age. Fortunately, she'd learned how to move with the hair, often using it for all sorts of handy things. So one of those things happened to be a rope, and she might have sneaked out of the tower and almost immediately ran into her mother. It's not like there are man-eating monsters out there! protested Rapunzel, waving toward the outside again. Her pet just gave her a lackadaisical look before rolling its eyes. It was used to the pretty young girl discussing things like this. Rapunzel had been talking about leaving the tower off and on for the last half dozen years or so. Her eighteenth birthday lay just around the corner, and it was as if that looming date had set off some kind of internal clock within the naive girl. She wanted to head out, specifically to see some lights. Her mother had already said no, but that wasn't enough to stop Rapunzel, oh no. Unfortunately, she'd had a little difficulty finding her way out of the little valley where her tower lay, and there had been some walking in circles and stuff and she'd eventually just wound up more or less where she'd started. And there had been mother. And then Rapunzel's mother had been quite insistent that the girl return to the tower. A day or so had passed, and then Mother Gothel had insisted that Rapunzel clean up, because the next day they'd be getting a visitor. And wear something cute, the woman said, eying her daughter critically. Though I'm not sure there's any hope for you. Rapunzel really didn't have any clue if she counted as attractive enough. Oh, she supposed that her hair was beautiful, being golden and thick and all. But her face was rather rounded, almost as though childhood hadn't quite given up on her. Her bright green eyes were a little on the large side too, seeming to stand out prominently on her face. She supposed her skin could do with some coloring too she hadn't exactly been outside the tower in ages and you could only get so much sun through windows. Her nails and hands had a tendency to get grubby from the countless activities she did to fight off her boredom. She certainly didn't have the same figure as her mother. Her bust simply did not stand out as impressively and she didn't quite have the flare to her hips. Rapunzel liked to think that she still counted as cute, and that most of what she had to wear counted too, but her mother kept saying she wasn't, so... The girl shrugged and swung away from the window, moving about. The tower was already clean, spotless, in fact, and Rapunzel had gathered the right supplies for a supper if it came to that. She'd brushed through the hair already and tried to make it as shimmering as possible. She'd found a few ribbons which she'd tried to weave in, which she thought looked nice. As far as clothing went, she opted for one of her better dresses. It was still a pale pink that definitely looked cute, but she thought it would work alright. She liked it. Underneath was the usual a light pink shift. No need for shoes. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your haaaair! the familiar voice called. Rapunzel skipped over, tossing over a great rope of the golden hair. Within moments, Mother Gothel had climbed up the tower and was dusting herself off. She gave Rapunzel a once over, frowned, muttered a I suppose that's the best you'll ever do and then walked to the center of the tower floor. She set down a small bottle that Rapunzel had never seen before, stepped back, and then muttered some words. Smoke billowed out of the bottle, and Rapunzel wasn't sure whether to step back or look forward. Her pet had decided that now was a good time to leave it scampered off, leaving Rapunzel and her mother to face whatever the smoke had released.