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Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Rapunzel!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 201.

You will retain the ability to use your Healing Incantation up to five times per day on minor wounds.

You'll also be given this Frying pan that can be used as a Drying pan!

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The right hand wasn’t ever one for many words. But there were days he had to be more present when Hiccup wasn’t able to do what he needed to do. One of those days seemed to be this one. Of course it was during the royal visit where they were establishing relations out of the archipelago. 

He had to be sure Hiccup rested. And his beloved was not rested at all. Instead the chief had been out on raids with the other riders the entire night bringing new dragons to the isle. 

Closing the door to his home he came face to face with the princess of the royal family. Bright eyed and bushy tailed looking for Hiccup most likely. “Sorry yer ‘ighness. Chief won’t be out ‘ill later.” 

He motioned she go the way she came as he started off down the same way. 

SITTING BESIDE HER COUSIN, ELSA TUGGED a little on the cuff of her shirt sleeve. The gloves she once would have been adjusting were gone, but the habit had not, it would seem.

The fire was roaring in the grate, every grate supplied with fresh wood in the wake of the sudden winter. She had always enjoyed sitting before the fire, the sound and warmth comforting to her. It filled the silence of her room, even if she had never been alerted to its going out by a sudden chill as many others would have been.

"I still can't quite picture quite that much hair," she chuckled in response. It was true, no matter how many stories and descriptions she received of what Rapunzel's locks had been like, her mind just seemed to refuse to conjure the right amount. "And I'm not terribly good at judging the cold — as I'm sure you can imagine."

She paused for a moment, her head turning away as she considered the question that had just entered her mind.

Cassandra's fears had had time to settle, and so they settled into guilt. She felt bad for leaving her to deal with the Duke herself, just after she had promised to be there for her; but more importantly, she felt bad for having made Rapunzel prefer that. She'd been turning the words over and over in her head, trying to figure out what in specific made her snap, and every option she came up with just caused the knot inside her to tighten. She never should have said what she did.

Apologizing, being vulnerable, it wasn't Cassandra's strong suit, but she had to keep reminding herself it was worth it. Rapunzel was worth it, and she deserved it, too. "Rapunzel?" Cassandra sought out her best friend's expression as she entered, hoping she'd find the strength in there. "I wanna apologize."

Taking a seat near her, Cassandra took a deep breath and stared at her hands. "I... I really care about you, Raps. A lot. You're not just the princess, you're my best friend, you mean the world to me, and— I just don't want to see you get hurt or taken advantage of." She bit her lip. That was the explanation... now for the apology part.