@assassnyan
❤️— The princess of fishman island was, for lack of a better word, stuck. Her pale legs dangled below her, the bark of the tree was rough under the wispy material of her skirt. The cool air felt good on her bare soles, bruised and battered as they were, but that didn’t change the state of her situation. She was eight feet off the ground, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out how to get back down. Climbing the tree, when she’d initially seen the towering growth of wood and leaves, had seemed like a fantastic idea at the time. From what her mother had told her, human children climbed trees all the time. It was supposed to be “fun”. A nice way to play with others their age. And it had seemed fun, at first. It had hurt, too, Shirahoshi’s delicate hands soft and unused to any sort roughness, her feet already amassed with cuts and bruises, but it was also deeply satisfying. It had taken her almost an hour to scramble up onto the branch she now sat on, but it had seemed worth it at the time. The view across the park was beautiful, and she felt incredibly accomplished.
At least until she’d realized there was no way down, and the mermaid had started to panic a little. No one had come by so far, as the tree she’d chosen was far from the path, and Shirahoshi had begun to despair of ever getting out of this tree. She wouldn’t have minded all that much if she wasn’t hungry, but her stomach growled, and every hunger pang reminded her she had no way down.
❝ Is anyone theeeeere? Can someone help meeeee?❞ Her voice sounded thin and desperate and not princess-like at all, but what did Shirahoshi care at this point?
