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ariel was excited when princess rapunzel asked if she would sit for portrait, but is more excited to see it after a never-ending series of “are you done?”, each time followed by “not yet.” 

tired, she starts to talk about her grandmother - she is kind, but she is also strict. ariel recalls her fifteenth year, and explains how it is a coming-of-age. she can still feel her grandmother long fingers twisting white lilies into her hair and attaching oysters to her tail, even against her protests, (though, she does not mention the latter.)

another hour passes before she reluctantly asks (yet again) and rapunzel, after a moment of rambling, says yes! so she leaps from her seat and scrambles to the easel. 

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frell became her ideal destination when she caught word of the magical creatures who live within its borders. though rumors of fairies drift from lips to lips in the previous places she’s travelled, they are often kept secret by those who have the pleasure of knowing. in frell, however, they are a known power and she would like one to teach her magic!

Attina hates the look that crosses her sister’s features, and she frowns in response herself. “Well – no, I don’t see anything like that. But I’m sure it’s very lovely.” She’s reassuring in her tone, almost too much so, but she hardly realizes it. She wants to know more about what Ariel is seeing, though, and presses for further information. “What sorts of colors do you see?”

the queen’s walks near the fjord were an attempt to being to ease her fear of the ocean                    planted deep after     THE SEA CLAIMED HER PARENTS  .     still  ,     she expected to perhaps find a colorful rock she could bring back for her sister  …     not a naked girl on the shore  .     ❛     are you alright  ?     ❜     she asks  ,     hurrying over     &     mentally berating herself for not bringing a guard with her  .

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regret fills her tiny body the moment she sets sail - she doesn’t know how to sail in the first place (she thought she could handle it) and to make maters worse, a storm starts to settle around her. the sea king’s anger makes him blind to all. everything withers away if it’s in his path, including his youngest daughter who has become one of those creatures he seems to hate. without a moment’s notice, her boat capsizes, and the little mermaid is being pulled under by the most violent of waves. as human, she cannot breathe or survive underwater. with bleary vision, she takes hold of her necklace, and tries to will her tail to take form without a songspell. her magic will not hold. slowly, her light fades out.

when she wakes again, it is in the arms of another. she blinks once, twice, then falls again. ariel can hear the faintest of voices and she follows - it pulls her out of dark, into the cloudy skies where she washed ashore. “i’m fine,” she exhales. “i didn’t think i’d survive, actually.” and if she did die, it would not have been a painful death - the water would have welcomed her, dissolving her form into seafoam.

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“But dying’s part of the wheel, right there next to being born.” It might have seemed odd, the way their conversation had deepened so quickly into matters such as life and death, but it was quite easy to let her mouth run away from her when she was not surrounded by bothersome aunts and history books and the drab stone walls of the cottage. It is just she and the other girl in a meadow dotted with wildflowers, honeybees giving the air a pleasant buzzing sound. Aurora’s thoughts wander to her mother, who had completed her wheel in an effort to bring her child into the world, and questions if that is simply the way of things. “You can’t pick out the pieces you like and leave the rest.”

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     “I’ve heard much about ATLANTICA. Is it true a lot of the folk here haven’t ever seen a human before?”

His eyebrow lifts at her response, and he gets the distinct feeling that she was not entirely present in the conversation. “Right,” he replies, brushing off their previous interaction with ease. “So is this your first time in a pub?” If so, she was lucky that, although unruly amongst themselves, the frequenters of this establishment were generally kind towards newcomers and strangers. 

“I—” He is cold isn’t he? Is he cold? –he was ne’er cold before. He blinks, stunned. “Ah, yea!” He follows after her.

“That would lovely, truthfully. I am Roland,” he introduces; for that is his Way, his offering. “Whom art thou?” He nearly asks ‘art thou human?’, but deems it nigh appropriate for a first meeting in solitude. He simply walks beside her, great and loping.

pride and prejudice sentence starters / accepting!

he stands tall beside her, proud in his dress. they are among the royal court - he is visiting an old companion and she couldn’t help but tag along. upon hearing his voice, she glances upwards towards her companion - her friend. he wears a grin, and she think she prefers his smoulder (at least it does not make her laugh during formal occasion!)

     ❛            sounds     like     you’re   an    expert.    coulda    been    a    real    one,   who    knows.             ❜

    ❛           y’think    you’ve    seen   it    all    and   then   :   mermaids—            ❜

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“I think I’ll wait and see for myself before I start thanking you.” Orange fins flick at double the pace in an effort to keep up with her sister (without a constant pulling at her shoulder). Luckily, their destination seems reasonably close, and Attina is glad for it. All the easier to return home if needed.

She situates herself on an adjacent rock and waits as Ariel asks. She has to admit that the warm breeze feels lovely on her skin, and the surrounding wildlife is a special kind of beautiful. Still, there doesn’t seem to be anything… outstanding about this little spot. The mermaid, with a glance at the redhead, feels as if she is missing out on some large and critical piece of information. “Er – what am I waiting for, exactly?” 

Her arm lifted to shield her eyes from the blinding morning sun, and Attina turned toward her youngest sister. “Remind me again why we’re visiting the surface?” The mermaid felt exposed so close to where humans were known to dwell, so far away from the safety of the castle beneath the waves. “I should hope this is something very important to warrant your vague insistence.” Skeptical as she made herself sound aloud (for it only seemed right, as the oldest, to be constantly questioning of her sisters), Attina truly did trust her sister and knew she would not wittingly place either of them in harm’s way.

ariel continues to pull her sister by the arm, urging her to go faster! “vague? it’s called a surprise, attina!” she says. “the surface isn’t even scary or dangerous, aaaand, you’re gonna thank me a thousand times over. start now if you like.”