Yorda had gone for another walk. Ever since Geoffrey had come to live with Mao and her, she'd been taking them more frequently; she didn't like the way Geoffrey's eyes narrowed at her, nor the curl of his lip - and it always seemed like he was thinking most unpleasant thoughts in Yorda's general direction. She'd thought of mentioning it to Mao, but hadn't thought of a way to do so just yet.

The princess was distracted from her worrisome thoughts when she saw a young woman painting. She'd seen Naminé's drawings before, but she didn't quite see the connection, as it had been awhile ago. So she settled for simply watching Rapunzel, head slightly tilted to one side.

"What are you doing?"