It wasn’t long before the older women began filtering out of the showers one after another, and with them eventually came a girl with long, milky-colored hair, still wet from its wash. Tsubaki stilled when the girl approached her. She definitely looked familiar; she was sure she’d seen Rapunzel with her before.

“Yes, that’s me,” she confirmed, letting her hands fall to her sides. Although shorter in stature than Rapunzel, Soma obviously had to be a few years older like Rapunzel was, too. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, giving a bow. Her own hair had dried well enough by lunch time that she'd been able to separate it into two braids, and when she straightened she had to push them back over her shoulders again. “I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner.”