just look at the world around you feat. @ericseara
ariel had been warned, all those years ago, that agreeing to any sort of landlocked existence would eventually reveal its price. it would take time, maybe even years, but eventually she would regret not being able to return home to her family.
as the city of elias seemed to crumble around her, now was that time.
unsure of who to go to or where to start, the youngest princess of atlantica always found her way back to the scene of the crime, the one who saw her making that decision all those years ago. there was only so much she can do by donating proceeds from the grotto and standing up with voices louder than hers at town halls - she had to do something else, whatever that something else might have been - and she just had a feeling she'd at least get some clarity if she could speak to her father.
arriving at eric's door, unannounced in a habitual way (despite that being in poor taste), she knocked. and then she texted. let me in, will you? i've brought some beignets from tiana's!
she waited and she hoped. sure, breaking a witch's curse was a tall ask - but if anyone had an idea, it would be eric. right?
