“You’ve done no such thing.” Mulan says with a smile. How could she be a bother in her own home? It’s actually Mulan’s place to wonder if she’s imposing herself. Sure, she might’ve been given such grand chambers and sparkling hospitality, but… still, there’s the matter of feeling out of her element as a diplomat that she can’t quite shake.
Mulan blinks. “The shore?”
The first thing Mulan noticed about Sardinia were its beautiful beaches, and some part of her remained curious about how the sand would feel beneath her feet. Its waters teemed with so much life at a glance, waves dancing as if in greeting of the entourage that walked alongside it. Mulan had never seen sands so white, nor waters so blue. The sun setting along it was another matter entirely. Maybe that wonder wasn’t lost on Ariel when she provided her first tour of the area the day before.
Between staying in her dark chambers and getting another personal look at the beach… she’ll take the latter, gladly.
“I would love to.” Mulan nods. “Lead the way?”
As Mulan falls into step behind Ariel, she notes from between their short distance that the princess is barefoot. Thinking that perhaps she’d forgotten herself, Mulan takes off her own shoes, allowing the cool marble to kiss the soles of her feet as they both pitter pattered towards the shore.
Nobody forbade them from wandering outside of the castle at night, but Mulan feels a childlike thrill in doing so; after all, she was supposed to look the part of a government official.
