[ In the Moment before his lips meet hers, oddly peaceful given their surroundings (which might be a fair estimation in Rapunzelvision when the surroundings have all but disappeared save for those annoyingly ambiguously coloured eyes), she realises that even now, after all this, they haven't known one other a quarter of the year.
She's so used to marking time in seasons that she'd lost track of them under Cerealia's continual sunshine.
(6/okay first roll is a 64)
She's so used to marking time in seasons that she'd lost track of them under Cerealia's continual sunshine.
...right???? ]