Yorda beamed back. "I am glad," she told her, happily continuing her painting, unrefined as it was. She paused, however, upon hearing an unfamiliar voice. Stepping back from the wall, she turned to look curiously at the man. He definitely wasn't dressed in a manner she'd become familiar with here, and the girl stepped a little more near him, the better to examine him more closely. And, of course, ask a question. "What is a mural?"

She looked back at Rapunzel. "My name is Yorda," came the reply. "Who are you?"