To be more specific, for Rapunzel, looking at Usagi is not unlike staring through a fun house mirror and seeing a distorted, off-model version of yourself reflected in rain-stained glass. The image is similar, but strange enough to be unsettling. A chill runs down her spine now; she didn't know there were others out there with long golden hair.
This does nothing to convince her she's awake, of course. Rapunzel, who is covered in such muck she's considering discarding her dress altogether, approaches Usagi, her gait more relaxed than it's been since she found herself here. If this is a dream, there's nothing to be scared of. Right? Just a little rain. ]
Hey... Don't cry. [ crouching a little ] It's hard to hug someone who's crying, you know. Or - that's what Mother says. Heh.
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To be more specific, for Rapunzel, looking at Usagi is not unlike staring through a fun house mirror and seeing a distorted, off-model version of yourself reflected in rain-stained glass. The image is similar, but strange enough to be unsettling. A chill runs down her spine now; she didn't know there were others out there with long golden hair.
This does nothing to convince her she's awake, of course. Rapunzel, who is covered in such muck she's considering discarding her dress altogether, approaches Usagi, her gait more relaxed than it's been since she found herself here. If this is a dream, there's nothing to be scared of. Right? Just a little rain. ]
Hey... Don't cry. [ crouching a little ] It's hard to hug someone who's crying, you know. Or - that's what Mother says. Heh.