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Marina clearly knew Aeria very well. She knew the tried and true tactic with the princess. If you wanted to make her do something she might be uncomfortable doing, tell her how pretty she was first. Having softened up, and being so proud that Marina found her and her dress pretty, Aeria found herself listening to Marina's ideas with a much greater open mind. Especially when she removed a strand of hair. Had anybody else done that, she would have been red faced with embaressment and concern over the state of her appearance, but when Marina did it, there was something comforting about it. Marina was one of those natural mothers who could bring comfort to anybody, and Aeria had rarely expierenced that. Although when she asked if she was comfortable, Aeria went immediatly to protest that she was fine. After all, what else would she wear? It hadn't even occured to her that there was another option.

Luckily, again, Marina knew Aeria too well, and cut her off, not letting her say anything else. She didn't like seeing Marina blame herself however, and managed a;
"I would have dressed this way regardle-" Before being cut off as Marina continued to speak. Again, she knew it was better not to let Aeria protest. She seemed quite panicked when she ordered Aeria onto the sand, and her first instinct was to obey, before pausing in protest over what would happen to her dress. Not to mention it simply wouldn't do for a princess to sit on the floor. Marina managed to go into detail on why it was okay, and since Aeria trusted Marina so completely, she eventually obeyed, although finding it awkward (she wasn't used to sitting on anything without a backrest or a cushion). She squirmed as she felt the sand press against her, and let out a small whimper. She tried not to imagine what was happening to her dress. It would be fine, she convinced herself. It wasn't dirt or dust. It was sand, and Marina said that was different. It wouldn't ruin anything... (Although quite why Aeria was so concerned for her clothing when she only ever wore it once was anybody's guess).

It was a bit cooler down on the shaded sand, and she had to admit, she liked the idea of a drink. Marina could get it for her, and that would be fine. And then she wouldn't have fetched drinks for anybody, so it wasn't like she was being a servant or anything, like she almost had been from before.

It was these thoughts that distracted her enough for Marina to manage to get her shoes off, to which she admitted a small, princessy gasp. That was scandelous! For a princess to be seen bare footed in public! Somebody might even....they might even...see her ankles! Marina made her push her foot deeper into the sand, which to her seemed absurd, but at least it hid her bare feet. Except now her dress and her feet were getting dirty! Still, the sand was cooling...

She relaxed, realising why Marina had made her do it, and tried pushing her own foot down into the sand. She had a bit more trouble without Marina there to guide it, since she failed utterly to push hard and had no idea how to work her foot deeper into the sand, but managed eventually. Again, the cool sand helped the heat escape her body. She looked idly at her discarded heels. They looked ruined from the sand. She winced, and picked them up, and found herself wondering where her towel was. She realised she'd put it down back at Marina's camp, and had nothing to wipe the shoes clean with.

So instead Marina would return to find the princess completely occupied with trying to clean the sand off of her heels without getting any of the sand onto herself or her dress, which meant doing it to the side of her, but with her feet still stuck in the sand, so she couldn't move far to keep it from her. On top of that, cleaning came as naturally to the princess as swimming did to a pile of bricks, and therefore she seemed to mostly spend her time daintily shaking the shoes, in the hope that it would make them clean and wearable again.

She didn't seem to notice the problem that even if they were, they'd just sink in the sand straight away again. This kind of thing didn't occur to Aeria. She assumed her feet were sinking because that's what happened in the sand, not because of the heels. Since she wore some form of high heel literally all the time,, she never thought they could cause her any problems, since she had no experience with the easier experience ordinary footwear could provide. Plus, she was so used to simple dainty walking on nicely solid stone, it wasn't like she had ever had a chance to experience those problems anyway...

Aeria, with awkwardness, managed to extract her feet from the sand, and promptly put her shoes back on (since she couldn't concieve walking without them). She frowned a little at Marina's suggestion, she wasn't sure she wanted to just be 'Aeria', given how important her title was to her. Although she liked being called pretty, so it broke into a smile and she continued to struggle along behind her friend.

She took a bit of a step back from Mariya, and frowned, looking a little scared.

"N-no, I am unharmed." Aeria stammered. "I-it is just that I am encountering some difficulty with this terrain." Which was an incredibly posh way of saying she didn't like sand...