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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.
“oh my gosh!” ariel exclaims. her fingers brush across the flowers twisted in panting ariel’s hair, smudging the paint - but instead of white, the colour pink streaks the portrait and stains her fingers. pink peonies with touches of yellow. “this is the most wonderful thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
