approximately seven months, ( or had it been eight ? she never truly knew how time went on in another planet. ) rapunzel corona was already considered the minority in such an environment. in an ironic point-of-view, she was actually an A L I E N to them, really. peaches and cream coated her flesh, while shades of her crayolas latched unto the others' skin, as normal as it could be. emerald gleamed in her eyes, while golden strands brought her hair to L I F E. its abilities made her feel unique. a little tumble and she found herself running into someone else. well, she hadn't been the most graceful young creature with almost seventy feet of hair, yes ? an apologetic smile grazed her lips.
------ ❝ gosh, i'm really, really sorry. it's my fault. ❞
