Melody smiled into the touch. It reminded her of the time before she knew about Atlantica and her mother’s past. Their relationship had been so much simpler back then.
Melody pulled away from her mother and turned to grab her basket so she wouldn’t have to see the look of hurt she knew would develop in Ariel’s eyes. Melody held her basket out in front of her for her mother to see.
”So, does that mean you got a basket like mine?”
She tried desperately not to show her disappointment as her daughter pulled away from her. She bit down on her lower lip, quickly regaining her composure to examine the basket her daughter held out for her. Nodding, Ariel attempted to smile.
❝I do indeed! What d'you say we go and have a nice picnic, just you and me?❞
""Hello there, dearie! Here's your picnic basket. Be sure not to lose it." Within the lace-trimmed picnic basket one would find: a seaweed salad, Ableskiver (Danish doughnuts), a sea foam green picnic blanket, and a pearl necklace. With a pink poof the fairies disappeared. "
╰ ✦ The young woman smiled brightly at the fairies, fingertips running over the lace trim of her basket. Perhaps she was still a bit naive, accepting gifts from strangers. But fairies were kind, weren’t they? Most of them, certainly. Although she had heard rumors of unkind fairies. Still, Ariel held an adventurous spirit.
”Thank you !”
Lifting the lid of the basket, she began inspecting the contents of her basket. Looking back up, she realized that the kind benefactors had disappeared before she could ask one of the many questions racing through her head. Light eyes returned to the inside of the picnic basket, and in less than a blink… she disappeared
