Rapunzel, rapunzel..

"Let down your golden hair!" Ed commanded in the meanest voice she could muster, exactly like her sister had always read the fairy tale to her. She leaned out the window closest to her, almost able to picture the evil witch on the ground far below her. Oh, wait, that was just a student. She sighed, pulling her head back in and glancing round the room once more.

It was exactly like the tower she always pictured Rapunzel living in, with tall windows surrounding the large upper floor, a small railing for the curved staircase tucked away in the corner. Of course, the golden-haired girl hadn't a staircase to get out, or so Ed assumed. She couldn't think of a reason why the girl would let an evil witch - or even a handsome prince, for that matter - climb up her hair every day if they could just walk up the stairs.

An idea. She grinned, leaning out a window only to quickly withdraw her head. No, it would have to be the tallest window, or at least the highest she could reach. She ran over to the second tallest window in the room, hoisting herself up and leaning halfway out, feet kicking air on the other side. Ed sighed, pouting silently. Her hair was much too short to reach even halfway down the tower, let alone prove worthy of use as a ladder.

"Because i'm not supposed to." She announced to no one, frowning at the idea. Was she really not allowed to do that? Maybe she was just assuming. She had assumed a lot the past day or two she'd been at the Academy, only to be told by the other students it wasn't true. Besides, there wasn't anyone else around.. Ed closed her eyes, slowly lightening her hair and growing it out, until it was a whitish blonde and a more impressive length. Now what? "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?" Wait, no.. Rapunzel never said that. The prince just came on his own.. Oh well. She attempted to jump back down, underestimating the weight of the hair and finally falling on the floor, a bit of hair still draped out the window.

She closed her eyes, willing the hair to shorten. "It's not.." Her eyes flew open, hands fluttering to touch her hair. "Working." Of course it wouldn't. "Idiot." It'd never worked before, the only nuance of her power she had yet to grasp.

Well. That was stupid.

Ed sighed, digging through her pockets for a knife. Stupid, stupid, stupid.. She pulled out a piece of gum, unwrapping it and sticking it in her mouth. No knife. Why didn't she have one? Was her mother afraid she'd hurt herself? She couldn't remember, though it had only been a few days since she'd last seen her. She couldn't walk, no, not with the weight of the hair dragging behind her, and it was too long for her to even carry down. Maybe, she thought, maybe it was Rapunzel herself who held her hostage in the tower, entrapped by her own hair. She frowned at the stairs, leaning against a wall and idly switching between hair colors, finally settling on a soft pink for the moment.

At least Rapunzel had a Prince Charming to bail her out.

Ooc: ^^;; Ehehh.. Open.

Ed stared at the girl, black eyes dropping into suspicious slits. "Why are you carrying around scissors?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side and holding out both hands for the girl to hand them to her. "You could hurt yourself." Ed mumbled, parroting the words her sister had always uttered when she had found the younger girl playing with them. She closed her hands around the rusted scissors, opening and closing them a few times in silent awe before turning them to her hair, carelessly hacking it off close to her shoulders. It'd been a long time since she'd held scissors, so long that she'd forgotten that they were normally used for such tasks instead of knives. She honestly had no idea why her mother would allow her to play with knives and take the scissors away from her, but she was completely sure she'd had her reasons..

She grabbed the last section of hair in one hand, chewing at it with the scissors until it dropped loose in her hand, quickly turning to dust. A suspicious glance at the girl, as if judging if she'd be careful with the scissors, and she handed them back to her, hugging her knees and staring up at her thoughtfully. "I don't know you." She announced, eyes slowly widening in shock at her own statement as if it was the most surprising thing in the world. "Thank you for the scissors."

Ed nodded, hugging her knees and staring up at the girl. "I'm Rapunzel." She whispered gravely, suddenly breaking out into soft giggles and rocking back and forth, as if it was the funniest joke in the world. "Mum doesn't let me use scissors." She told the girl, tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling. "She thinks i'd use them to hurt myself." Another laugh, this one hollow and meaningless. "I don't like hurting myself, mostly. Do you?" Her eyes trailed down to the scissors held in the girl's hand, and then back up to her face. "What project were you working on?"

She giggled again, covering her mouth with both hands. "Christmas.."

"Curiosity?" She shook her head, standing up and running over to look out the window again. "I wanted to see what all the students looked like as tiny ants." She laughed, turning from the window. "I don't know what they look like normally, though, so it didn't work too well."

She bounced back to the girl, regarding her as if for the first time. "Stella means star in Latin. Did you know that? My mom told me i should learn Latin, because i'd need it later in life." She tilted her head, watching the girl with black eyes. "It's a good thing i did, because otherwise you wouldn't have known. I wonder how she knew i'd meet you.."

Ed tilted her head to the side, considering this. "I think she didn't want me to be bored. It used to be that when I got bored I started crying, and asking her when I could go out." She grinned, remembering. "I used to pretend I needed something... I would say something like 'I’ve gotta go pee-pee', or pretend I was hungry." She sighed, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. "I think she knew I was lying, but she would always let me out anyway." She put both hands to her mouth, giggling into them and quickly growing serious. "I miss her.."