Rapunzel's POV
Butterflies errupted in my stomach when Eugene wrapped his arm around my waist. I felt sort of...protected?
Oh pull yourself together Rapunzel! I gently moved out of his grip in a way I hoped wouldn't offend him.
We continued to walk through the village when I noticed a group of children using pastels to draw on the floor. I walked up to them too see what they were drawing and noticed a girl and boy who looked alike were drawing red roses and next to them another little girl drawing an apple tree on a hill.
"These are amazing!" I told them. It was true they were putting so much detail into them, who knew pastel came out so well on the floor. I wonder if Mother would let me paint the floor when there's no more room on the walls? I doubt it, she likes to keep thing's clean (or make me keep them clean, actualy).
"Thank you!" they all replied sweetly in sync.
Eugene's POV
As the children started a conversation with Rapunzel I looked around for the cart that might be selling the pastels all the children had. Thankfully I didn't have to look very far to notice what must have been the brightest cart on the streets. There was pastels of all colours of the rainbow covering the stall, as I walked closer I realized how it was decorated in patterns made from the pastels.
I looked around for a pack too buy for Rapunzel, eventualy I noticed a pack that were mainly different shades of purple and yellow, though judging by her dress purple might be her faveourite colour. So I went with my instincts and bought her the purples and yellows.
When I turned round she was on the floor still talking to the children. It looked like thier conversation was coming to an end as Rapunzel stood up and was saying goodbye. However she was walking backwards so as she turned around we ended up colliding and bouncing off eachothers chests. She began to stumble backwards trying to avoid stepping on the children, luckily I had put the pastels in the pouch attatched to my belt so I quickly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto her feet.
For that one moment, it was just her and me, no one else. Everything and everyone else weren't there, it was just her and me.
But then once again it ended as she pulled away, smiling nervousely. I returned the smile, then remembered about the pastels in my pocket.
"I have something for you." I told her whilst pulling out the purple and yellow pastels.
She gasped in amazement as I handed them to her. "I love them! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed.
That same smile crossed her face, the one she had when I bought her the flag. It was beautiful, I could stare at it all day and not get bored.
"So what are you going to draw?" I asked her. Curious to what her imagination will come up with.
"Um I don't know..." she looked at the flag with the Corana sun symbol on it and an expression struck across her face, 'look's like she's got an idea' I thought.
"Would you mind holding this please?" she asked holding out the flag. Without hesitation I took the flag from her.
She then bent down on the floor and started by using the purple pastels.
About 10 minutes later she had finished her masterpiece. As she stood up she wiped her forearm across her forehead being careful not to wipe her hands across as they were now covered with purple pastel.
I leaned towards her admiring her work. She had drawn the sun symbol on a purple background that spiraled around with drawings of the village people on them going about thier daily lives.
I moved the flag into the middle and we both glanced from it to the interpritation on the floor.
It was amazing! Considering she hadn't had it very long, she memorized the details very quickly. "This is really good Blondie!" I told her.
"Thanks." she replied still looking at her work.
Just as I was going to continue our conversation my stomach roared, reminding me that when I bought the bread and cheese, the fleabag knocked it out of my hand when he forced me to dance.
What can I buy, seeing as how it won't really be a breakfast anymore. Then I was struck with an idea.
I turned to Rapunzel who wasn't there anymore, twizeling round I spotted her next too the pastel cart with what seemed to be a damp cloth to clean her hands. Walking up to her I realized that the women running the cart had prepared cloth's and a bucket of water to help get rid of excess pastel.
Rapunzel's POV
A woman approached me asking if I wanted a cloth to help clean my hands.
"Yes please." I answered so she guided me back to her stall, picked up a small cloth dipped it in a bucket of water and handed it to me.
"I've had to start supplying a way to help clean people up ever since last year. My daughter got it on her clothes and it was a nightmare to get out." she informed me.
"Oh I see." I answered finishing off cleaning my hands and handing her back the cloth. She dipped it in the water and handed it to another person.
When I turned round Eugene was waiting for me. "Sorry I didn't mean to keep you waiting...again." I stutured out.
"Stop apoligizing it's fine!" he said through a smile.
I was about to reply when an angry growl erupted in my stomach. My arms immediately clutched it hoping too ease off the growl.
"You hungry too?" Eugene asked.
I just nodded in agreement, remembering how the food he bought earlier flew out his arms when Max forced him to dance.
"What would you like?" he asked and once again I was left without an answer because I had no idea what the options were.
I didn't have to answer before Eugene said "Right sorry I keep forgeting about the tower...thing." he looked a bit embaressed and it didn't seem to help that Max approached and was giving him another 'Quit blushing!' look to which he scowled at again.
"Don't worry though i've got an idea!" he blurted after getting Max off his back.
He took my hand in his and led me to a cupcake stand.
"Wow!" was all I could muster up. Before me were loads of different types of cakes. Big ones, small ones, chocolate flavour and fruit flavour.
"Go ahead, pick whichever one you like." Eugene interupted my thoughts as we both looked for a cake that caught our eye.
In the end I picked a strawberry flavour frosting one with a cherry on top and Eugene picked a vannila flavour frosting with a cherry on top.
After Eugene payed for them we continued to walk through the village but before we could bite into the cupcakes I noticed 2 guards walking in our direction. Thinking fast I grabbed Eugene's free hand and dragged him towards what looked like an empty alleyway.
"Guards! Move it!" I urged him.
I think he caught what I meant as he quickened his pace so I let go of his hand.
Sorry once again to leave it at such an awkward moment I promise it won't last, if it does you can set Pascal on me!