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Lullaby of the Sea
...Luce de sole bacia la terra, chiaro di luna baciare il mare...
Within the little town of Storybrooke, you've got Amandine Anderson. Roman Catholic, nurse consultant, prima ballerina, Disney fan, believer in idealism, bookworm, heroine-in-training (as she imagines in her mind), fantasy-lover, sweet tooth and a good-hearted woman in general to all.
But in a town full of magic and where a person has a story that truly was that of a fairytale, Amandine is beyond that. Her story was one of a maiden who longed for the heavens when she belonged on the sea, a creature who loved a thief with the heart of a conscience, a man who lived in a world so far and yet so close.
Because once upon a time and a ocean song, she was the Little Mermaid.
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Thank Atargatis... *stumbles in, hair flying in different directions, knife still found in her rapier sheath* Gods, I thought he would have came to you first to hurt you... *quickly hugs him, longing to kiss him, magic pulling her away* Did you seen Killian at any point today?
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#archie hopper#jiminy cricket#chat#*this was after#her confrontation with Killian#and after her threatened to scale her*#he sorry!
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The waters moved around her, the surface swirling up and down, the sounds of the upper world rumbling right into the little mermaid, invading her very insides. And yet, she could only watch, only take in. However, she watched as the siren drew him down underwater, watching. The way the water enveloped him, a tail of mottled grey and green and silver wrapped around his legs, the human squirming like a worm caught within the bonds of seaweed. And yet, Ariel found her heart quickening at the sight of the panic, swirling and twisting like all under at the bottom of the ocean floor and the currents that divided her world and his world, in his eyes, the human floundering clumsily in the water, so far from a mermaid or a selkie, with the siren wrapped around him, drawing him downer and downer into the depths.
It was at that moment that Ariel seen her moment. The siren did not see her, the princess still illusive and unseen in the shadow of the ship.
She felt the muscles in her sinewy tail harden and quicken, her heart beat faster and the whole world become a little more sharper, clear in front of her, the human and the siren together. And with the push, with a fast flick of her tail and pushing through the water, like a dagger, she sped right towards siren. And with a blast of bubbles around Ariel and Jiminy, the siren was sent back by a few feet, almost falling into the darkness, howling. A cloud of red surrounded her form, her nose bust from the blow. And Ariel wanted seen it, the siren's true form. Almost recoiling, that voice in her head, telling her to run, almost running, would have had a victory. Instead, she pushed her voice further to the back of her head and found her hands on Jiminy. Feeling a single, unmoving figure, she wrapped her arms around him and brushed away a few strands of ginger hair away from his eyes.
Gods, he was so soft. Full of warmth, full of life, unlike the cold and bare skeletons heaped in shipwrecks amongst the immaculate seafloor. His skin like flower petals, thin and delicate, a creature stripped of scales and skin and of raw flesh and blood and bone. She could feel his heartbeat from his skin and underneath his skin, a fast and frightened thing that was slowing down. Ariel wanted to tell him so much. That he was safe, that the world under the water was a beautiful place, that she would take care of him. And before she could pull him down to tend to him in the palace, she spied something. The way his hands weakly clawed the water around him, the way his eyes was caught glassy, somewhere else, the way his heart only seemed to slow. That was where it drawn upon Ariel. He was dying. Humans could not survive under her world.
Wrapping her arms around him, Ariel quickly swam up. And breaking the waves, his head above the water along with hers, the wind blew around her and almost sent her swimming back downwards. His heart, underneath him, seemed to buckle with relief, two beats faster than before. She thanked Atargatis for a moment, brushing away a few more strands from his hair. That was until she felt movement, movement from creatures, heading towards her. "Princessssssss...."
Ariel's heart nearly stopped. She was ambushed, caught in a circle of those... things. She felt the threatening heat of fire from the wood, the wreck of the ship, water pulling it down. The spalt of waves against boats, heading into the darkness, women and children so and so few men making their way to the shore, to safety. And from the creatures, the smell of spilt blood filled the air, making Ariel's stomach go inside-out and her heart race further. Oh, the sirens. Their figures no longer slender or voluptuous but haggard and skeletal, bones painfully sticking out here and there. Their pelvic, arm, primary and secondary dorsal fins almost seemed unhealthy, rotten, the color of their scales the same. And their faces? Long and thin, hair stringy and thin, their eyes were cesspools of shadows and malice and their mouths mere holes that were overfilled with a thousand teeth and more that went unhidden. Their beauty lost, their ugliness revealed.
"Give us the human, pet," Pisinoe snarled, "and you can be granted safe passage."
Ariel was the daughter of the Late Queen of the Seas. While they showed not a shred of respect to Ariel's aunt, not even the death of Athena could remove their sense of dignity and knowing of her powers and what she would do to them. They remembered the last time they tried to make a snack out of her and her foster-brother, Flounder. Ariel knew that. But the human? Ariel was not too sure. "No. He's coming with me."
Pisinoe looked at her curiously. And she laughed, guttrual and deep. "Child, that creature? I thought your aunt would have taught you well, seeing her dislike for his... kind. Humans are merely nourishment for the body and nothing less." Now, the warmth, if there was any, was gone from the siren's voice. "They are nothing more than spineless, stupid fish-eaters, barely living a second to our hundreds. And in the end, underserving of mercy. Give us to him. Now. And you will live to see your birthday. Do you understand, little fish?" Ariel looked at her. Her cesspools glittering with desire, with coldness like ice. And yet, feeling his heartbeat, his warmth, she could only shake her head.
Pisinoe looked at her, a look that could be called curiousity if it were not a masqurade to something else. Ariel expect screaming and hissing and perhaps, to her fear, some violent attack. Not this silence, not this coldness. But before Ariel could scream or argue or even blink, Pisnoe grabbed Jiminy far from Ariel's reach. And in a blink of a second that went by, the flash of fangs could be seen amongst the clouded moonlight, sirens hissing with approval, Pisinoe's arms wrapped around his waist, Jiminy's closed eyes facing Ariel's and Pisinoe's teeth sinking right into his neck.
They're free (Ariel and Jiminy)
The water swelled, washing over him in waves as it whirled around his form. It pressed against him as if it wanted him to close in on himself. It was everywhere. It found its way to his hair, making it stand on end. It flowed in between the spaces in between his fingers as they clawed at the area above him. It found his throat, his nose, his lungs. The hands that reached above him, searching for the surface of the water, fell limp. The only thing keeping his neck straight was the hand that caressed his cheek. The only thing that kept him from falling to the darkness below was the tail that wrapped around him.
For a moment, all he knew was the long fingers that moved across the skin of his cheek. The pads of her fingertips moved in small circles, as one would calm a small child. The touch of her burned. A forest fire raged across the skin of his cheeks, making his heart beat quicken. A part of him wanted to run, free himself from the thing that encircled him, trapped him in the expanse below the waterline. But his thoughts were fragmented; he couldn’t find a straight thought as it seemed water has begun to fill his mind too. Time crashed in on itself. There was no time, no seconds. Everything was frozen: his limp limbs, his eyelids as they succumbed to the weight that fell upon them, the water in his lungs. Soon all he knew was the newfound cold that traveled across the skin of his cheek where her fingertips had found a home. All he felt was the water as it flowed through the strands of his hair as he fell into the darkness below. All he could see was the emptiness of his eyelids. His mind was lost as it shut itself off from the world around him.
The same fingers soon enveloped his cheek again, but they were softer, kinder. The heat that radiated off of them reminded Jiminy of the crackle of a campfire on a cool night, the sting of pain in one’s gut when they’ve laughed for too long, and a broad grin that crinkled the skin around one’s eyes and made the skin above cheekbones taut. It felt like the morning sun when its light just begins to cover the earth.
His eyes would not open. His thoughts would not untangle. His hand would not reach up to touch the one on his cheek. But he knew the sand that found its way to the space under his fingernails, sticking to his skin. He could feel his damp clothes stick to his form, his hair cling to his forehead, and the soft wind as it brushed against him. He could hear her pleading voice, though he could not understand the words she spoke. All he could hear was the waves meeting sand, the whistling of the wind as it whipped past him. The world around him felt like breath against a windowpane: gone in a moment’s notice.
#jiminy cricket#archie hopper#para#so sorry maggie!#Was very busy#with family#just to let you know#I've sent your message#and I will be helping you#with starting your own roleplay group#already got started on masterlist and rp site#along with a few profiles!#love you very much!
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๓ﻉɼɼץ ƈɦɼٱรՇ๓คร! ƒяσм уσυя ѕє¢яєт ѕαηтα, ωιℓℓ
Upon the moment Ariel opened the box, she burst into a fit of giggles and rolled over onto her side, still laughing her arse off. "M-m-my G-God-hehehe!!!" After a 5-minute fit of giggles that overtook her, she took the blankets up to her personal cupboard and began writing a note.
Will,
Honestly, thank you so much. Brought much laughter and I'm sure it'll keep me warm this Christmas and for many winters.
With good wishes,
Amandine
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My Friend Ariel,
I hope you like it. . . I knew it would set your hair afire and bring out the color of your eyes. I also thought it may remind you of the sea. I hope you don't mind Sweetie.
Happy Holidays,
~Your Friend Marian
Ps. Archie and I will find out a way to help you. I promise.
Ariel teared up, her heart soaring. She loved the softness of the cloth, how fluid the material moved around her. Just like water, just like the waves of the sea. And with that, her heart both sunk and glowed at the ending note, hope and doubt and fear of the future mingled into one.
"Thank you, Marian. Thank you."
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May I ask, doctor *screws her face up in curiousity for a minute*, have you seen a man with red hair, bluest eyes you've seen? Name's Jiminy? Anyway, what's a doctor? Is it... somebody that cuts people up into tiny pieces for fun? *steps a few feet back from fear of the thought*
I prefer Doctor (FTL)
Now, I do hope this is important.
#victor frankenstein#dr. whale#*waves and hugs*#hello sweetie!#Love you so much!#Up in my grandmother's house#and since you#said your activity was broken#Ariel replied to the FTL para!#Love you very much!#And I may be plotting with Whale#since#well#scientist and mermaid#and doctor and nurse!#I can already imagine#the studying going on#when he finds out#*snuggles*
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You have the habit of doing the same, in your own way of course. I suppose two players can always make it funner.
Umm... just things, little things that you have no need to worry yourself over. Just, little things. *eyes soften* No matter what happens, no matter what I am or what I've done, you'd always stand with me? Hopefully?
Gods...
You don’t play fair Amandine. How unfortunate. Of course, two can play at that game.
Amandine, what in the world has gotten into you Sweetheart? Come, let me take you home. You don’t seem to be yourself.
#lady marian#olivia#chat#so sorry sweetie!#I was going over to my Uncle's county#but yeah#marian was supposed#to have seen them!
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Hook had made the mistake of underestimating the girl, and how easily she could use their surroundings against him. She was smart. That was one of the things that made mermaids so terrifying, aside from their supernatural abilities. He struggled to get back to his feet after being tossed towards the side of a boat, and caught a glimpse of the direction she was headed in. The fog would make tracking her difficult, but he wasn’t going to accept defeat just yet. Once he was untangled from the netting, the pirate scrambled after her, reaching for the cutlass that hung at his waist. If he hadn’t made a deal with Alice earlier in the day, his choice in weaponry would have been slim.
"There’s no sense in hiding," he warned while cautiously weaving through the thick blanket of misty fog. Storybrooke was small, and avoiding him was only going to last so long. Even if she managed to escape him that night, Hook fully intended on giving the mermaid a piece of his mind. This time, he wouldn’t allow himself to be interrupted by the town shrink. What could a lowly cricket do to him?
Smoke and fog surrounded them all, a veil to what was around her and making all that surrounded them a secret, Ariel having to rely on what she was taught, on what was provided to her upon the docks. And yet, there was so little. The fog. Like the surface of the sea, the sea confused and decieved and could be a creature, a concept of trickery on its own like how waves lunged at the earth and pulled back to the sea, like how men believed there was nothing but sand on the bottom of the sea when there was so much more. Ariel wished for the comforting weight of her rapier on her hip, hr hand going subconsciously at it but only finding air. She'd have to teach Jiminy soon... well, once the Curse was broken, Ariel thought for what seemed like the 100th time that day.
She heard his warning, looking around at the entrance of the warehouse. Instantly, her eyes seen the gleam of a abandoned knife, a make-do dagger for her use. Grabbing it and hiding it in the sheath of rapier holder, she looked out from the shadows, watching his blurred figure in the fog. Fire burned in her chest, a little monster whispering in her ears. he humiliated her so many times, Archie always there to tell him off, to comfort her. She could gain what was hers' her revenge, her mother's vengeance and Hook's blood. Your time for gaining can wait, a wise voice whispered. And the growing weakness in her legs and that of the membrane in between her fingers only told her of the passing time.
Ariel saw abandoned cans, grabbing one quietly. She only had so little time, before she transformed. So, squinting her eyes at Hook's figure, she twisted her arm back, the can thrown into the air, flying over Hook's head and right at the boxes. A few fell down, noise clamouring in their ears. She came quietly behind him (you will keep your grace and ease of movement, but the pain in your feet will be a reminder of the unnatrualness of your form, Ursula warned, Ariel for once thankful), waiting for him to look over, to move over to the source of the sound. Either way, it would end with a slice to his chest, to wound, not to kill.
Where is my bloody ship?
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*nods her head encouragingly* Good way of letting out steam in my opinion. *nods* Got my rapier here; I need to get practicing again.
Good to meet you too, Alice. How much experience do you have at a sword?
Sword practice in the park.
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La, la, la, la... (FTL, Mermaid)
*hears a sound and pushes herself off the rocks and into the waters, hiding amongst the kelp of what or whom it may be* Hmmm...
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Sword practice hey? Sounds pretty good to me. *holds out hand* Amandine over here, just to give you a name. Everything alright with you?
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Sword practice in the park.
Who’s in?
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Your muse has permission to invade my ask box with:
Accusations, annoying questions, bad pick up lines, childhood stories, confessions, dreams, personal questions, promises, misinterpreted rumours,secrets, turmoil and woe
…ANYTHING!!
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I could be wrong but i think that request was for a child between Emma and Archie instead of ArielxEmma and ArielxArchie
OOC: Um, nope, sorry, I could be wrong myself. But I think when it says, send a pairing in, it means a pairing involving the person you're sending it to and the person you ship that person with. If I'm wrong, I apologize, but I think that's how it goes!
Unless, Emma's mun goes ahead and reblogs this, then you can ask her for a pairing child in between Emma and Archie (which I can see is adorable; I am a minor supporter of Swan Cricket but my OTP is SeaCricket!) then!
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Emma and Archie
Name: Ronan Emmett Swan-Anderson
Gender: Male
General Appearance: Tall and athletic, he's very strong with angular features in his face and jawline - something Ariel's noted fondly, he's received from his ma - Emma. With golden blonde hair and with dark brown eyes - the same like his older brother, Henry - , he's very handsome which Ariel suspects, may come from his mermaid heritage - and of course, his mother's beauty combined. And with that, Ronan is always seen laughing and smiling.
Personality: Ronan is a young man who lives within his own world of dreams and self-reflection - loving books and likes to play a little piano to himself, usually he likes to think to himself and his notebook is often filled with small bits of melodies and songs that he's imagined to himself. And yet with that, he's logical and calm, picking up from his ma and often will always be in search for the facts and for the truth, never putting up with any rubbish or dilly dally from anyone. However, Ronan's always a person who always sees the merry in things and is always seen with a smile on his face - something that always to win the hearts of all the girls in Storybrooke.
Special talents: Music composing, piano & investigation work.
Who they like better: He loves both his mama and his ma, Ariel and Emma equally. However, if he's looking for advice or for comfort, its true Ronan will go to Ariel first. He's proud - if somewhat confused - about his place as apart of the Seafolk and Ariel has taught him all he knows about music. Sharing some mermaid similarities, Ariel was the only one he could go to and often shares in her gentleness (but lacks her fieriness) and with that, loves hearing of her world.
Who they take after most: Ronan may have Ariel's gentle heart and love for music but he's almost a replica of Emma with his physical appearance, logical mindset and gift for investigating and search for the truth. However, he shares both his mothers' iron will and complete loyalty to the people they love.
Personal headcanon:
Ronan finds he has a natural affinity for the seals that come to the pier of Storybrooke and sometimes is caught having a small chat with them.
Sometimes when's excited or angry, he creates fireworks unconsciously through magic which scares the crap out of Ariel. He's very good at magic, his specialty being fire magic, which is often effected by his emotions. The Blue Fairy has taught him to control his magic but however, he still has his outbursts but usually is pure dramatic and were usually harmless. Sometimes, when really stressed up, Ronan will wear leather gloves to protect his hands from getting burnt by accident and will stay in places with little people to focus on his thoughts and going over exercises that Blue's taught him.
He's tried to teach Henry the piano but after too many times, he's given up. However, Ronan's teaching Henry to swim which is going well and on Saturdays, Ronan takes Henry to the beach - or if in winter, the local pool - and goes swimming. His legs don't turn to a fishtail like Ariel but however, his feet become finned and gills grow on his wrist and on his neck which help him breath under water but only for a few hours.
He loves to play the piano and the songs he's made for his grandma Snow - his favourite being the Nutcracker Suite and has dedicated a few songs to his grandparents. He always participates in the musicals and Christmas performances in his school and has submitted his scores to be used in drama performances.
Charming has tried to teach him fencing however, Ronan was always scared of the sword and often cowered below his shield in most of his lessons and in one lesson - his last lesson - sent a firework straight at Charming's groin after his sword swung too close to his hand - his playing hand, Ronan's always said in defence when the incident is brought up.
Face claim: Bradley James
Name: Minerva "Mina" Clarisse Hopper
Gender: Female
General appearance: Willowy and slender, she's a wisp of a girl who stands at 5'12 (much like her parents, who both stand at 5'10) with waist long hair, a red like phoenix feathers with a hint of gold in the sunlight. With a 'Celtic' complexion that burns easily, a sweetly shaped face with clear blue eyes (that, Ariel lovingly knows, is more of a blue like that of the Blue Star; the same colour of Jiminy's eyes), Minerva is a beauty like all mermaids and like her mother. Family members of the De Maris family often remark that she's like Athena, Minerva's grandmother.
Personality: Minerva, a name that is related to the name of Athena - having being named in honor of her grandmother - , has the heart of a fighter with the sea and mermaid blood running through her blood, through and through, and is not afraid to show it. Proud, a little too over-confidant, and fierce, Minerva is always up for a fencing duel or a competition of wits - or arrows or swords - and loves to debate and adventure. However, at heart, she's a moralist and listens to her heart and to what she dreams of and has always being taught by her mama and papa to fight for what is right and for her ideals - which is many. And while you may not realize it, Minerva's very sensitive and emotional - often hiding it behind closed doors and only for her father Jiminy - and often is highly upset with the acts of cruelty and malice to others; especially sea animals and children. Once she warms up to you, she can be very gentle and highly affectionate.
Special talents: Sword-fighting and archery, sea magic (protective magic being her strong spot) and singing.
Who they like better: Minerva always has loved her papa, Jiminy, and is very close to him and shares in Ariel's protectiveness of him. Always loving cuddles and walks around the park with him, she highly respects his place as a conscience to the people and hopes one day, she play a similar part of a guide or advisor to the people. And if there's one thing: DON'T DO ANYTHING TO JIMINY. Her fang's maybe smaller than most mermaids but they aren't any less sharper and if you even think of hurting him, the most positive outcome is that you'll look like a dearly loved chew toy.
Who they take after most: Physical wise, Minerva is almost a spilting image of Ariel and of Athena with their reddish-blonde hair and pale skin and slender figures and shares in that mermaid spirit and fire. However, at heart? Minerva shares Jiminy kindness and sensitivity along with his moralistic beliefs and complete faith in what is right.
Personal headcanon:
Minerva adores her uncle August and despite Ariel and Jiminy's arguments - sometimes August would take her out from school with his motorbike and take her on excursions around Storybrooke, just to spend time with his favourite cousin, as he calls her. She loves hearing his stories of the places he's gone to and with that, is very close to Geppetto as her grandfather and always comes over with cookies to check up with him.
When Minerva was young, she was always told the story of a "handsome storyteller" - as Ariel described - and a "beautiful mermaid princess" - as Jiminy rebutted back - every night. It told the story of how they fell in love and how when a sea witch came to enslave the mermaid-princess and planned to take over the kingdom did the storyteller save the princess and the kingdom and how they were finallly reunited after many years apart. Her favourite part was "and upon one night, when the wicked sea witch was finally defeated and the kingdom was saved, the sea seen how happy the storyteller and the mermaid princess was and gave them a little daughter called Minerva. The storyteller's courage and the mermaid-princesses's faith saved the day and with Minerva, they lived for many years in bliss. And in the end, won their happy ending after all".
She will always deny it but she always loved to hear her papa sing, especially "papa and mama's song" - When You Wish Upon a Star." and the lullaby Jiminy would sing to her when she was a baby - and when Ariel was pregnant with her.
What Minerva does not know is that her concievement was first helped through magic from her godmother and godfather, Nova and Grumpy; In a engagement celebration, Nova and Grumpy gave Ariel a bag of magical herbs for a tea that could help Ariel conceive a child by increasing her fertility for one night; a tea that Nova intended would only be either on Ariel and Jiminy's wedding night (after Ursula was finally defeated of course) or when they were married and the pair decided they wanted a child. After Ursula was defeated, Ariel accidentally mistaken it for her rose-petal and raspberry tea at the celebration party and the pair made love on the same night after the party. It was only after a few weeks, after Ariel came to Victor suffering from vomiting, heartburn and fatigue where he suggested to go over what she drank and eat, Ariel realized what tea she drank and after going to Nova about what the tea was for, Ariel realized she was pregnant with Minerva.
Face claim: Elle Fanning
(OOC: This was really, really, really fun! Feel free guys to ask for more little kiddies in between Ariel and... ... ANYONE! I LOVE THIS!
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send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.
Name:
Gender:
General Appearance:
Personality:
Special Talents:
Who they like better:
Who they take after more:
Personal Head canon:
Face Claim:
If they had a kid meme
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Come to Ariel's grotto (or house) and ask or tell her anything! <3
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✿ - I’m too shy to talk to you
✩ - You inspire me
☼ - You make me smile
☏ - I wish we’d talk more
✌- I want to get to know you
☺ - I want to be your friend
＃- I want to thank you
✓ - I like you
♣ - I want to cuddle you
❀ - I think I’m falling for you
＊ - I want to kiss you
♥ - I’m in love with you
愛 - I love you
∞ - I want to date you
© - Will you be mine?
(´･ω･`) - I’ll pay you 350,000 yen for anal
Put a symbol in my ask.
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Top-left: 6 to 9 year-old (child) Ariel - Ellie Darcy-Alden
Top-right: 10 to 12 (preteen) Ariel - Bonnie Wright
Main: Current (20's to 40's / adult) Ariel - Deborah Ann Woll
Bottom-left: 13 to 18 (teenager) Ariel - Tamzin Merchant
Bottom-right: 50's to 80's (elder) Ariel - Julie Andrews
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