Rapunzel deftly worked her fingers between the locks of Nat's hair back and forth; back and forth; over and under. There was a small hum of a familiar tune her "adoptive" Mother sang once upon a time-- before her parents had found the surprised, bewildered teenager and took her back home.

"Almost done," she said cheerfully after a half-minute. Years of practice have not been lost on her at all-- dozens of feet of hair will do that. Nat's hair was a breeze in comparison.

With a soft snapping sound, she uses one of her flower-shaped pins to tie of the end of the braid. "So, you know there's a carnival in town right~?"