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May 2 2018, 09:06 AM
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Cute, little bird... What would make the yellow bird that kept fluttering above her head even more beautiful would be if it stood still for a second so she could take the picture she'd been looking for so long. Well, she hadn't exactly been looking for a picture of a yellow bird, but she had decided to devote a whole day to pictures of animals. For the moment, she had managed to photograph a squirrel nibbling on an acorn, a mouse running away from the feet of some human, and a ladybug, who had been educated enough to stand still on the top of a leaf, flapping her small wings. Now she wanted to capture the beauty of a bird on screen, something that she doubted would happen soon, if the bird whose blue eyes had captured as prey did not land on top of literally anything.
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Well, anything but her head. Oh yes, it seemed that the world was playing a kind of cosmic joke on her, because the pretty bird had literally just landed on her hair, perhaps thinking it was some sort of well-groomed and organised nest. Arista raised her mobile phone to the level of her forehead, thinkings he could capture the bird in all its splendor, but again, reality was betting on her as if it was nothing. The only thing she could take pictures of was her forehead and small feet that ran down her hair, sometimes hurting her because they pulled her hair, other times tickling her and making her want to laugh. Now nothing hurt, and nothing was funny, she just felt... frustration.
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"Hey kid, you, come here, please" Ari called out to a rather tall kid who was walking around, who looked at her like she was crazy, something that was debatable considering she had a bird perched on top of her head and she was dying to get a good picture of it. "Would you please take a picture of the little bird above my head? Look, as much as I love animals, I don't really fancy having a creature that can shit or piss on my newly washed hair at any time nesting on my hair, so if you wouldn't mind taking a quick picture of it so I could get rid of it, it'd be great!" she smiled as sweetly as she could, and the kid seemed to get in, as he grabbed the phone that Arista had been holding for him, and in a few seconds, he had already taken the picture. He returned her the cell phone, continuing on path, suspiciously fast.
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"Thank you!" Arista exclaimed, shaking her heads, causing the bird to chirp and fly away. She shouldn't have done that. Looking at the mobile phone to see the surely perfect picture of her and the bird, all she found was a selfie of the child, his dark hair covering his eyes, a smug smile poking out of his lips. Arista frowned, holding back the urge to throw her phone through the air. Breathe and expire. After a few minutes she calmed down, but she felt dejected, at least until she saw a blonde man, holding a camera, a real camera, that he seemed to be using to photograph a robin. A gigantic smile invaded her face, and without thinking that her interruption could frighten the bird, she walked to where the man stood, like a statue, her eyes fixed on the object. "You have a camera, a real one! Could I touch it? Just once? The owners of the stores that sell them no longer let me touch them, they say I always end up filling their rolls," she rolled her eyes, shrugging. "My name's Arista!" introductions were always a great start, weren't they? The woman smiled once again, reaching out her hand so that he could shake it, if he wanted to.
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<div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; width: 350px; color:#585858;line-height: 100%;text-transform: lowercase;color:#585858;"><i>always find a song</i></div><p>

She couldn't express the happiness that had settled in her chest when she found out there was a karaoke, a bar where you could sing until your throat felt shaved and nobody told you to shut up, hopefully, in town. Arista had always loved singing, everything to do with music. She could play any instrument you offered her, she was basically the Austin Moon of Atlantica if you didn't get that reference, i will feel personally offended kat. And she sang on any occasion when she was given the opportunity, without a moment's delay. After her father had banned all music, Ari had felt... empty, even more so than before. Without her mother she had already felt a hole open inside her, but without the music, which was her comfort and escape... she felt naked.
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So when she ran away from Atlantica, she had wasted no time in singing again, getting gold coins in the woods in exchange for a few songs and hip movements. And she had had so much fun, she had felt so alive... even when she was away from her sisters and father, she had felt happier than she had in a long time. Singing and dancing made her feel alive, and she could not imagine a life without those activities in it. So as expected, when she heard about a karaoke bar, she had not taken long in visiting it. Arista wanted to sing, she wanted to let off steam, she wanted to feel on fire... she wanted to take out everything she had caged inside, and she couldn't wait another second, she had to act on her whim ipso facto.
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So there she was, on the small stage where the people stood to sing, holding a microphone in her hands. She had already sung a solo song, but now she wanted to sing with someone... she was lonely up there, without anyone. And she had to find someone who was willing to sing and go wild with her, someone who had some kind of hidden potential... and just like that, as if it had been a work of fate, her eyes fell on a young blonde, sitting on one of the chairs at a lonely table. Uh, Ari couldn't say why, she couldn't list any specific reason, but the stranger caught her eye.
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"For my last performance tonight -don't worry, I'll be back when it's midnight, a new day and all that, right?- I'd like to ask the audience for help. I know, I know this isn't a circus, but come on, if you enjoy listening to music, I assume you'll enjoy singing, too... Won't you? and whoever says otherwise is a dirty liar who doesn't deserve to be here," she smiled sweetly, scanning all the people in the audience with her icy eyes, before looking at her former prey, again. The blonde wasn't going to run away, she'd get to sing with her. "You" the mermaid spoke, pointing to her with her index finger. Okay, that was rude, but she wasn't going to get off the stage to go after her. "You've been chosen, pretty girl. Are you in or are you out? Think fast".
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<h1>not all stars belong to the sky</h1>

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Neverland was a curious realm. She had visited millions of kingdoms trying to find her sisters, and each of them had their own oddities, those curiosities that made them unique and precious places, just as that kingdom had. It was just an island, an island surrounded by tides that apparently seemed to be most of the day strong, something that made the sea look incredibly threatening. The island was quite pretty, if you saw it from a considerable distance. It was huge and full of trees, and it was inhabited by children. She had met some of them, though she hardly ever saw them again. Although, she didn't understand what could such young children be doing on an island.
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It was none of her business either, but she found it rather curious, although the mermaids around the island seemed to be more curious. It had only taken her a few days to figure out that they were not exactly like the ones she had met and lived with back in Atlantica, they were different. They acted differently and had different views and opinions about humans. Of course, Arista's family did not accept humans, because Triton dictated that they were dangerous and should be exterminated, but they did not usually drown men either... she did not understand why anyone would want to do such a thing. Perhaps men were dishonest and deserved punishment, but she doubted that drowning them was the solution.
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Even so, Arista had not ruled out the possibility of at least trying to make a few friends among them all. She was sure that at least making friends with one of the mermaids might be possible. She was nice, for what she knew, and they were all mermaids, which already served to have some things in common, she just needed others to see it the same way she saw it. The princess breathed a sigh, watching as everyone else gathered near some rocks, gossiping about anything. The only good thing was that Viv was there, and she was a familiar face, since they had met back in the Enchanted Forest. The problem was that she also didn't know if she should get close either, as Viv spent a lot of time with another redhead mermaid.
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And don't get her wrong, she was always on the side of making new friends, the problem was that she didn't want to interrupt them while they were talking, but she wanted to talk to the redhead, meet her and try to get along with her, something she would do if the world sided with her. So Arista waited until the redhead wasn't talking to anyone, and swam towards her, hoping that the confidence that had invaded her wouldn't leave her so soon. When she was close enough, she smiled softly at the redheaded woman, accommodating one of her wet locks behind her ear. "Hi! I'm Arista, princess of Atlantica, nice to meet you" That was an acceptable way to introduce yourself, wasn't it? "I love your hair, by the way, it reminds me... of someone" Ariel... even though Ariel's hair was more red, and less orange.



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<h1>I'm a vitamin sea junky</h1>

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Oh, the sea, the only place where she could really feel at home, ironically because she lived in the sea, but small details. With all the stress she had to deal with on those days, with all the problems it took to get back together with her sisters, she really needed something to help her disconnect, something that would simply relieve her of all the emotions, none of them good, that repeatedly invaded her. Frankly, she had wanted to meet her sisters again, there was nothing she could wish for more, but now, now, she felt as if it was the last thing she had ever wanted, to find them again, after years of searching for them.
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But now, being with them, being with the people who had basically wrecked her life, had unraveled all the ties that once bound Triton's daughters... she was angry, she was really angry. Arista didn't want to see them, but at the same time she wanted to make sure they were safe and sound, that nothing would happen to them if she left them alone. Even though she was only a year older than Ariel, she felt responsible for all her sisters. But Arista tried to keep all those feelings away, she tried to keep them out of her mind because she knew that if she gave in, she knew that if she admitted that all she wanted to do was to wrap all her sisters in a big bear hug, she would soften up, and her facade of indifference would disappear.
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And while, on the one hand, she really wanted to give in to her stupid feelings and embrace them and confess how much she had missed them instead of staring at them, she couldn't do it, not after all that had happened. She had been incredibly rude to her sisters, and Arista could not just tell them that it was all a joke and that she really missed them and wanted to be with them and wanted to tell them everything that had not yet been said. She wanted them to do everything they had done as children, she wanted them to run away at night and dance until their feet hurt.
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But that wouldn't happen, not yet.
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Arista sighed, her head resting on top of her arms, which were resting on the edge of one of the docks. She had decided to take a little bath, not even minding if someone could pass by and see the reddish tail that replaced her legs. Please, no one should be surprised to see a mermaid when that city was full of witches and dragons and animals turned into humans... a mermaid should be the least of their problems. She sighed again, this time raising her head from her hands to be able to look at who was approaching. Oh yes, the footsteps had betrayed the girl who was walking along the lonely docks. "Hey," she greeted, smiling up at the stranger. "Thinking about taking a dip? The water is perfect. Kinda cold, though, if you're sensible to low temperatures".



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Christmas... a time of consumption where people spent money with the excuse that they were gifts for their loved ones. Arista didn't hate Christmas, the truth is that she felt really indifferent when it came to it, but... I don't know, it didn't drive her crazy either. She had seen houses that were decorated from head to toe with millions of coloured lights, and come on, so many coloured lights could provoke epilepsy or something like that. And it seemed right and nice to see so many people seem so interested and determined to make those parties the best of their lives, but... it was just a party, nothing more.
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A party where supposedly a man in a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer slid through your chimney and left you gifts under a tree. Okay, now the question that surely millions of children on the planet would have wondered... what if you didn't have a fireplace? did he force the lock on your door? did he throw rocks at your parents' windows to let him in? It doesn't matter from what point of view you tried to look at it because it didn't make any sense. Besides, she was sure that what that man was doing was invading your privacy, now that was illegal.
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Still, Christmas had something good, the presents. At first, Arista had thought of buying something for herself, leaving her sisters aside, but even if she hadn't officially made peace with them yet, she couldn't leave them without any kind of gift either. That would be too cruel, even for her. So yes, she had bought several gifts for Ariel, her adventurous little sister who always refused to follow the rules. Now, something totally random and out of the question, but the mermaid would love to meet Eric, the mysterious Prince Charming... She shook her head, and arriving at the docks, fortunately she was able to locate the redheaded head that she had been looking for. "Hey, thinking about taking a dip? The water must be frozen... although it's not like we're sensitive to the temperature either" they could sense if it was hot or cold, but humans probably couldn't stand too much submerged in frozen water, but they on the other hand, yes.
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