"I think I got all the twigs out." Moana spoke with an encouraging inflection, her tone warm and soft like the water that rippled in gentle waves around them. Even after Isabelle's tangles were gone, Moana continued to brush.

It was nice, listening to the sounds of the spring and the beginnings of spring as the forest began to slowly wake from it's slumber. Moana was eager to see the warm sun, to run without having to wear those bulky shoes and to be able to push a boat on the water. Her fingers lace through Isabelle's hair as she pulls the brush down to it's end.

"Will you tell me about your home? I grew up on a small island. Before I woke up in that fountain. I hadn't seen very much of the realms until recently."