Elizabeth in Fantasy

Elizabeth in Narnia: The youngest daughter of the merking and granddaughter of the sea god, Elizabeth is tricked into giving up her soul for the sake of love, and help captive on land. She travels the length and breadth of the world with her captor and the rest of his traveling show. Displayed as a real mermaid, she and her powers are used to make the wizard rich. But she may yet have hope for freedom.

Elizabeth in Prydain: The youngest daughter of the King of the Sea people, and great granddaughter of Llyr Half-speech, Bethan is a giving, tender hearted enchantress who specializes in healing. Her efforts in the land's earliest battles against Achren and Arawn pave the way for her direct descendant, Princess Eilonwy, to aid in the final defeat of the Death Lord and the ushering in of a new age for Prydain.

Eilonwy's childhood with achren even comes complete with a dose of "your father was a commoner so that makes you only half an enchantress". I hc that she comes to lowkey resent her parents for that and in book 3 she reclaims her heritage on every level, commoner dad included

      @skylarkmuses​ said: “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—” ( from taran to Eilonwy)

             It’s not like she cares if her hair is in her face but suddenly Eilonwy holds very still, feeling his hand brush against her cheek as it touches the loose strand of hair, and she can hear each beat of her heart as if it was beating right next to her ear. Oh, she knows why this is happening but it doesn’t make it any less upsetting. She waits a moment until his hand is no longer touching her and she can breathe again. It’s bizarre, how a simple gesture can take your breathing away as easy as putting your head under water.  ❝ You shouldn’t do that, Taran of Caer Dalben. A girl, ❞  who is definitely not her  ❝ might get the wrong impression and then you’re stuck making sure there’s no hair in front of her eyes for the rest of your life. ❞

             He’s so oblivious, sometimes it makes her want to scream, declare for the whole world to hear that she’s not speaking to him until he realises what he’s doing. But today she’s quiet, is unsure in a way that’s not her and yet, at the same time, it’s still her. It’s a different her, the one the Isle of Mona has been creating, it makes forgetting the girl in bare feet and tattered clothes a bit too easy on some mornings and then he’s here and she forgets the princess, forgets that she’s meant to be prim and proper and sit with her back straight. It’s a curious balance to strike, to remember the half enchantress, to remember the running around in mostly empty dungeons, to add in the girl with brushed hair and jewellery other than her half crescent moon necklace. He makes the balance easier, makes her just feel like she’s older than a girl and not yet a woman, it’s an easier balance to strike.

          ❝ We should go back. Before they send someone to find us. ❞  They’re getting too old to be dragged back by some exasperated soul telling them dinner was about to start without them.