Rapunzel seems to consistently find herself in the library. She’s drawn to the rows upon rows of shelved books, unable to tear herself away for too long. Learning was something she enjoyed very much and all of this…

Well. It was quite the step up from instruction manuals, books on botany, and mathematics. This was a completely different world that had been opened up to her – and not just in the ‘brought here away from home somehow’ sense.

Her nose is buried deep in a book that she’s borrowed and she wanders, lost in her own world. She might bump into you or brush past you; perhaps she looks up and catches your eye and smiles, a far off look in her eye that signifies she is at least somewhat at peace.