It was a common narrative throughout the mermaid’s life that her father warned her time and time again to not disobey and time and time again, she would do just that. Now she’d found herself breaking his one, and most important, rule for the merfolk of the ocean. Forsaking the sea for the sand, Ariel had found herself in a vast expanse of the human world with various customs and cultures -- so many, in fact, that her world had been lit abuzz with even a greater amount of curiosity than she had held before leaving the sea.
In ignorance of polite customs when it came to call at a personal residence, Ariel gave a light knock upon the grand door before taking it upon herself to let herself inside the heart of the home. The expanse was familiar, surely someone of some mark of importance lived, or had, lived within these walls. Her home in Atlantica was a large expanse, a castle made of shell and gold, beneath the sparkling seas. It was a beauty beyond compare in all the Seven Seas, just as she imagined this place was a beauty beyond compare in whatever human kingdom or country she found herself in.
“Hello,” melodic, foreign voice rang out as she stepped inside in bare feet, sea salt and mud stained skirt swayed with every move she made. “I’m a little lost -- well,” she could admit her mistake, though she spoke mostly to herself now, “I’m a lot lost. Maybe I’m a little over my head with all of this...please, if someone is here, I could use your help.”
the plotted thing || @princedusang
