Date: 2016-08-29 03:21 am (UTC)
partofurworld: (- upset » sympathizing)
Ariel is pouting to herself as she pushes her soaked hair off her face and over her head. Why is this so hard? Ursula didn't mention the fact that it was going to be freaking impossible to walk. This is a nightmare. This is not what she signed up for. Not at all.

As needy as she is for help from someone because she can't just sit in the ocean all day — not when she's got legs to walk and dance and run on! — she still reflexively startles when one of them breaks away from the group and approaches her. She can't really see what he looks like all that well, given the...things on his face...but she's at least confident that he's a he and he's asking her if she needs help.

Looking pathetically back up at him, her face drawn down in apology, Ariel nods. Yeah, she definitely needs help, she just doesn't really know where to begin with telling him what with. And, for that matter, how to tell him. She sighs heavily, her shoulders rising slowly with the intake of breath and dropping with the exhale.
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