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http://nonomoribird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nonomoribird.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2011-09-30 08:01 pm (UTC)

"What is Agrabah?" Yorda asked, mucking the unfamiliar word up a bit. Her native island had never had a name, at least not one that she knew of. Perhaps her mother had known, but she'd never bothered to tell her, or indeed much of anything, save that Yorda had been born to become her vessel. Upon seeing Aladdin give a bow as well, the princess gave one of her own, imitating what Rapunzel had done.

But friends? She did love those she'd grown close to dearly, but the word "friend" had never really occurred to her before, perhaps because she'd never had a friend before in her life. The glowing girl smiled at Rapunzel. "That would be nice. I think they would like you." Then again, Urd was a friendly sort, and Genie liked just about everybody.

"I am painting things from my island," she replied simply, carefully finishing the first bird. It was sloppy, but at least it was recognizably a bird - Yorda had never painted before.

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