She was restless at heart, trying to see this unknown figure and attempting to stay unnoticed. Her eyes used to see the contrasts of colors which filled the world and they could easily make out the blue color of his sweater. She looked closer finding a trail on the carpet of green. It was white and slightly sparkled in the light of the day. It brought a shade of confusion on her beautiful rosy face. What… what it mighted to be? And… how? Did he even know that he left this pattern on the grass?
He seemed so unusual at the picture of glorious blooming forest, yet he didn’t appear to be unwanted in the whole image, which opened in front of the young artist.
Her tender heart pounded faster with every of his new steps which lead his closer to her tower. Different thoughts crept into her mind: what if he shall climb up, what if he shall speak to her, what if he’ll just go away back into the woods? And there was no variant which could suit Rapunzel entirely. And then an odd thing happened. A thing close to a miracle, as unexpected as a surprise can be. For it promptly erased a need in consideration of any previous ideas… the stranger just flew up! He flew up!
She stood frozen to the ground, unable to move or even blink. Her amazed glance was chained to a slim silhouette which floated in the air right afore her. He was so close that if she would merely strech out her white hand - she could feel the fabric of his clothes. His sweater, on the other hand, was painted with gleaming swirls of fresh frost. This white chilly dust shimmered so bewitchingly and… and for a moment Rapunzel forgot about the world outside and the world inside of her tower. Everything melted leaving only lineaments of this unknown boy.
He had bright celeste eyes. If Rapunzel would draw a portrait of him, she would mix the paints untill she won’t get a hue of auroral morning sky. And if her brush would decide to draw his hair - she would paint it ith purest colour of white. As white and as pure, as she imagined the snow only could be.
His blanche skin shined and the girl who had never met other humans before except Mother Gothel, she found herself mesmerized. She had never seen other girls and boys. She could imagine how they all only looked like. But to see a boy right in front of, staring at you and sharing the same glimpse of shock and surprise along with you - it was the strangers experience for Rapunzel.
She was afraid and she was surprised. She was holding her breath, worrying that if she will exhale too soundly - his new and lovely face will dissapear. A face which became so dear within seconds. No, she couldn’t say lovely, because she knew what she was saying. She found his presence, all about him lovely. Lovely, for the first time in forever she saw someone new. Not something, but someone.
But all her surprise vanished away, when she realised how really close he was. And… how strange he was. He was flying! She had never met other people, but depending on stories of Mother Gothel - they definitely couldn’t fly. What if he was a kind of an evil being? What if he could harm her?
Being startled, she jumped away with a light whoop. Scared and shocked, she quickly hid behind the layman-figure and only peered out with Pascal, thinking of what to do. Then suddenly, she saw a thick book of fairytales, which was lying on the table, laden with small jars of paints she used to draw.
And though Rapunzel didn’t want to use her favourite book as a shield and a weapon against of the alien, she grabbed it and sighing heavily, walked slowly, but firmly to his side. It was only one of some books she had. And she hadn’t a lot of them, unfortunately, because she had extremely a lot of time and nothing new to read. She could only reread all what she had or try to make a book by herself. Rapunzel was too inquisitive to be locked in the tower, this is why if she couldn’t learn about the world for sure, she used her imagination, skills and art to explain the things she didn’t know.
Slowly walking forward the armed maiden was gradually revealing herself. The cloak of shadow was drawing back and on the light of the day showed beautiful ‘Golden Fairy’, who was locked in four lithic old walls. Her large emerald eyes were looking at the stranger with incomprehension, confusion and an ounce fear. And long fair hair was dragging behind her back. Fabulously long and enormously beautiful waterfall of golden threads, which were glimmering in sunlight.
”Who are you?”, she asked timidly, but soundly with a small awe in her voice, “Who are you? And what do you want?”, she continued, slowly lifting the book in her hands, like she was preparing to attack the young man with it.
"Stay back! Please… or you will get in trouble!”, she said more loudly threatening him. But… did she really threaten? She was truly scared of his invasion. Moreover, she didn’t know him and had no idea which intentions he could have! May be he was a thief or an offender? She was brave enough to give him rebuff anyway…
