“I think Ariel is bubbly and cute and brave. Not stupid of selfish or ditzy. I love her and\ think she’s an inspiration!”
OOC: I think she is both

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You’re… Hair usta GLOW!? That’s really pretty! No wonder you like glowing stuff! It looks like it glowed all the way to the roots. how did CUTTING it de-glow it?
It was… magic. When it got cut, that broke the magic in it. I don’t know why it worked that way, it just did. I had to sing a song to make it glow and heal.
when it got cut did you save it?No. Eugene and I used it to get back out of my tower for the last time. It might still be hanging there, tangled by the wind. Or maybe birds have started using it to build nests! I don’t really know.
Why didn’t cha keep it? Didn’t you want it? You seem to really miss it.Well… it’s also a bad memory. And I don’t think I’d be able to take as good of care of it if it wasn’t attached to me. Also, I needed it to get out of the tower.
Yeah, but… then how did ja use it to get out of the tower the FIRST time.
OOC: Fortunately this didn’t happen in the Disney version:
From “The Little Mermaid” by Hans Christian Anderson:
The Little mermaid cast one final lingering, half-fainting glance at the prince, and then threw herself from the ship into the sea, and felt her body dissolving into foam. The sun rose above the waves, and it’s warm rays fell on the cold foam of the little mermaid.
OOC: the origonal story is much darker then the Disney version
From “The Little Mermaid” by Hans Christian Anderson:
“I will prepare a draught for you, with which you must swim to land tomorrow before sunrise, and sit down on the shore and drink it. Your tail will then disappear, and shrink up into what mankind calls legs, and you will feel great pain, as if a sword were passing through you.”
…Then the little mermaid drank the magic draught, and it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body: she fell into a swoon, and lay like one dead.
IC: Of course I read my own story… Parts of it are dark… and scary and tragic. I wonder, “Is this really me?” and if so… What does it mean?







