The Other Daughters of Triton: Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Adella, Alana by jachanothergirl featuring dark chocolate truffles

Ah, we are the daughters of Triton

Great father who loves us and named us well

Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Adella, Alana

And then there is the youngest in her musical debut

Our seventh little sister, we're presenting her to you

To sing a song Sebastian wrote

Her voice is like a bell

She's our sister, Ari--

The other daughters of Triton are under appreciated, even by the Disney animators. Unlike Ariel, their closet appears to be monochromatic garish hues. I imagine if the other daughters of Tritons were wandering around the rare isolated beaches--their outfits would resemble the polyvore set. Furthermore, candles would have been a definite obsession of these mermaids. Think about it, how did the depths of the oceans remain so illuminated?

I have also included details about the other daughters of Triton below:

Attina (Oldest Daughter): A responsible perfectionist classical harpist

Alana: A glamorous if not superficial jazz musician who plays tambourine (Yes, I am also confused)

Aquata:A obsessive-compulsive and slightly insecure rock n' roll drummer

Arista: An energetic and slightly absent-minded saxophonist with an appreciation for calypso music

Adella: A romantic if a bit thirsty violinist of romantic ballads

Andrina:A witty hedonistic pop guitarist

Which daughter is your favorite?

Let us know in the comments:

The KingFisher Arrives at Court by jachanothergirl featuring scented candles

The outfit speaks for itself. Also, would there even be a possible logical explanation?

A brief note on Kingfishers:

-They have bright and eclectic plumage.
-There are around a hundred species of these diminutive birds.
-The Dusun in Borneo view the kingfisher as a ominous warning.
-Kingfishers, the title is derived from the Greek legend of the appearance of Halcyons.
-Polynesians once believed that the kingfisher held power over the seas and waves.
-They are often found in tropical zones, although sometimes in the occasional forest.

“I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.” 
-Libra Bray

“My care is like my shadow in the sun, 
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, 
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.”
-Elizabeth Tudor

“Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes—if necessary—brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.” 
― Clive Barker, Abarat

Cruella by enterwonderland featuring leather gloves

A Late Bloomer in Paris by jachanothergirl featuring charbonnel et walker truffles

Degas. Degas. Degas.

To the point, Degas is solely responsible for my irrational fervor for ballet-inspired pieces, especially tutus and ruffles.

Saturday mornings and afternoons should consist of ruffles, parisian scarves, and the chicest white ankle boots. There should be pink Monet champagne in elegant glass flutes, and perhaps a violin concerto outside a nice cafe. Instead, I am lounging around in a black t-shirt dress in bed, snacking on potato chips, scrambled egg sandwiches, and an assorted blend cereal.

In terms of maturity and sophistication, I am the quintessential late bloomer.