Mentally, she had completely glossed over what she said about Whick's size. So when the ill-tempered dwarf brought the conversation back to that point, Rapunzel stopped short, frowning in confusion. "Your...size?"
she repeated, as if she might not have heard Whick correctly. "Oh. Um, I just meant that we're two different sizes. Because...we are."
It wasn't her intention to specifically avoid saying that she was taller or that Whick was shorter; that was just how she phrased it. She didn't see anything wrong with it, either, because they were
two different sizes, and she didn't see any need to pretend that wasn't the case. She also wasn't sure why that was an issue when her kingdom was falling apart!"What?"
she asked, her confusion only growing. An entire city was disappearing and this one was worried about height! "I can't even see over these trees. I was in my old tower when I saw it, and now I'm on the ground, and..."
Rapunzel pointed in exasperation at the trees around them. "These are bigger than both of us and they're blocking our view!"
She looked over her shoulder desperately in the direction of Corona. What if they were running out of time?
If only she could get the irritable traveler to a clearing where they could see what was going on, then maybe she could get her to focus on the issue and help--if help were even possible. What could either of them really do? Rapunzel could heal with her magic hair, or sometimes tears, with a song, but did Whick even have anything magic about her? That axe didn't look like it would help much, not with this. There was a time when she would have thought that it would keep the ruffians and thugs at bay, but since befriending a number of those, Rapunzel was no longer scared of them. Apparently Whick had similar thoughts."The bandits? No, no, they're great. Most of them were even at my--oh, my gosh, so not important right now. We've got to go!"
Then Whick whistled, and Rapunzel looked around, expecting a horse to appear at the signal. Instead, it was two deer. Under normal circumstances, Rapunzel would have been suitably awed; for the time being, she was looking at how best to mount the creature so they could get to riding faster. It did occur to her that perhaps this stranger had some special affinity with animals, and while that might not do anything to stop the destruction, maybe it could prove useful. Where, oh where, was Pascal?"How fast can these run? It isn't too far, but we need to--how do you get it to kneel down?"
she interrupted herself sheepishly. Whick hadn't asked nicely, but she may have had a previous rapport with the creatures. Rapunzel approached the stag cautiously, offering a weak smile; she wasn't in the mood for anything brighter than that, given the circumstances. She left her hand outstretched, and moved slowly, though it killed her not to try to jump straight onto his back. "Please oh please let me ride you?"
she asked pitifully as she neared him. He didn't start or make any threatening gestures, which she took as a good sign. Rapunzel made sure to pet his nose before she tried to climb onto his back, her heart hammering in her chest.