[ What she learns is this: plummeting to you death is surreal. The wildest bit is that it's simultaneously quick and endless. Unfamiliar shapes as she rushes past them at unnatural angles, bright flashes and a dark ledge. Sounds beneath the howl of the wind that put a blood-pumping fear in her. She raises arms to cover her head and thinks of her mother.
Then she collides with the wood -- a mast? Thousands of microscopic splinters shunt through exposed skin and tear at her scalp and clothes. Her hair stays flawless through the entire escapade of course--
Shit. Her hair. Rapunzel's got it in the blink of an eye, tossing it with remarkable aptitude to catch and snag (without split ends wink wink) on a second wooden pillar in order to create sails - a trampoline to slow the fall - beneath them. As she's crashing through and landing in a barrel of flour, the words "wtf did this boat come from" don't so much as whisper through her mind. ]
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Then she collides with the wood -- a mast? Thousands of microscopic splinters shunt through exposed skin and tear at her scalp and clothes. Her hair stays flawless through the entire escapade of course--
Shit. Her hair. Rapunzel's got it in the blink of an eye, tossing it with remarkable aptitude to catch and snag (without split ends wink wink) on a second wooden pillar in order to create sails - a trampoline to slow the fall - beneath them. As she's crashing through and landing in a barrel of flour, the words "wtf did this boat come from" don't so much as whisper through her mind. ]
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