Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27461238-20151012234458/@comment-27260597-20151016193418

'((XD, since I'm weird, Bessie, I saw in Bravelyn's part a really funny typo. You don't have to fix it, I just want to you to let you know I cracked up at, "DAINTY LITTLE BREAD!" BWAHAHA! :P))'

The Little Mermaid's booth was made completely out of wood that might have or might not been from shipwreck... Curtains of fishnet and seaweed draped around the booth elegantly, while clusters of fantasy-colored coral and sea anemone sprouted from various places, brightening up the booth a little bit. The countertop was laid with a blanket of a sort, that felt like running your hands through warm, silky water. The scents around the booth brought to mind a cool sea breeze on a summer day, chlorine, and salted caramel. A blue seaweed silk banner with The Little Mermaid written on it in squid ink fluttered in the air, while gold trinkets flashed as they were tied to the poles the banner was suspended from.

Sitting on display were several items. There was a replica of the knife used to cut off her tongue and supposedly, her prince's heart, after the previous was destroyed. The smooth coral grip was bound to the blade with a strip of the toughest seaweed. The blade itself was sea glass, sharp and clear. A newly carved marble statue was a replica of a prince. MerMer had lots of trouble distinguishing who exactly was the guy. A small pot full of orangey-pink flowers tinted with cherry red at the tips with their open petals cast a sweet scent around the items. Locks of hair from her sisters (Whom I may mention were on excessive study trips at the moment.) sat with scissors stolen from the witch's hut. They weren't the exact ones, as the witch had fled for a crime she commited later. And other stuff.

The godfather was a smidgen of help, as he laid out the items before getting fascinated with the "land stuff" AKA the terrified woodland creatures. Merana polished off the scissors before plopping onto the chair she put behind the booth. "I'm just going to sit here while I wait for God-dad to stop scaring the birds..." She said to herself.