Still new to the city (and new to being just outside in general), Rapunzel was taking the time to explore. She still did not quite understand where she was, or how she got here, but she was less afraid now that she had met a couple friendly faces. This did not mean that she didn't want to immediately run back home to see her mother and Flynn and Pascal again, but she was fine for the time being.

By now, Rapunzel had tied up her hair into several loose braids, and then into one big braid, to keep it from dragging on the ground. The braid itself was still long, stopping just above her ankles, but it was out of the way of other people. She had never really had to be considerate of others when she was living on her own. Now that she was outside, she had to be careful. She didn't want to be a nuisance, and she didn't want anyone cutting off her hair!

She had not noticed the lights flickering until something up high caught her attention. Was that... a flying boy? What sort of magic was this? Should she be scared? He didn't exactly look threatening, but Rapunzel had to be on guard. Thankfully, she still had her frying pan. Why it had come along with her on this journey, and not anything else, she would never guess, but she was happy to have it. She held it close while she watched the boy dance in the sky.

...Flying sure looked fun.