Bored. So bored. If it hadn't been for the rain, Ariel would be outside [s]torturing[/s] greeting the people of his mother's city. Or something like that. There were only so many servants he could force to go retrieve him stupid, impossible to find objects or slip some of his mother's jewelry into their pockets. And his mother's daughter was crying again. Why was a toddler still crying so much? Ariel's fingers roamed over his arms before plucking out a feather. Rain and wings typically didn't go well together, especially for the his people's cities. He could always climb to the ground and [i]walk[/i]. But walking was almost as boring as watching the rain. 

She. Was. Still. Crying.

Ariel stood up, dropping the feather to the ground. Why wasn't someone doing something? She was surrounded by nannies and guards.There had to be someone who could quiet her. If he couldn't silence the beast, he might as well look for amusement elsewhere. Alchemy was no longer interesting, he could navigate through the castle blindfolded, and being near his brothers for too long brought about whispers of treason. So, Ariel picked up the necklace he had... borrowed from his mother. A few seconds later, the necklace had been slipped into the pocket of an unsuspecting, probably already guilty of something or another, servant. Maid? Butler? Ariel didn't really care enough to use more gentle euphemisms.

And there she was, the beast chirping and screaming like some deranged banshee. Ariel took a piece of candy out of his pocket, unwrapping it before handing it to the two year old. "There. Now shut up?" The screaming ceased and Ariel couldn't help glaring at all the useless nannies. Weren't they suppose to be experienced in this kind of stuff? "If I were you, I would start looking for employment elsewhere." But who would hire someone fired from the matriarch's staff? No one. 

With his demon spawn excuse for a sister appeased, Ariel headed out into the rain. He wasn't sure if the rain was awful or wonderful. It was wonderful to watch his people scurry for their houses but the rain on his wings... Well, it was gross.