I'll tell them, Daine promises. And I'll keep visiting you every day. Even if it takes them a while to figure out how to get her out of this, and Daine doesn't have good news for her, she doesn't want Saoirse to think she's been abandoned.
She leaves Saoirse with the promise to come back soon, then wings her way back to where Thomas and Greta are waiting on the beach. As she approaches them, she realizes she can't very well communicate what she's learned in this shape. Crow might work, but this seems like the sort of conversation they ought to have face to face, not face to beak. But she spots Sadie a little farther up the beach, away from the waterline, waiting patiently by a collection of towels and bags and other sundries, including a blanket that ought to be large enough to cover her.
Daine slows as she passes them, almost hovering in place for a beat or two, long enough to give them a pointed look before she continues over the sand and lands on the ground by Greta's things. With a little help from Sadie, she hops beneath the blanket and resumes her human shape. By the time Greta and Thomas have caught up to her, she's standing, the blanket securely wrapped around her.
"She's all right," Daine says first. "Some other selkies have found her, though, and they don't seem keen to give her up. They aren't harming her, but they're not letting her leave, either."
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She leaves Saoirse with the promise to come back soon, then wings her way back to where Thomas and Greta are waiting on the beach. As she approaches them, she realizes she can't very well communicate what she's learned in this shape. Crow might work, but this seems like the sort of conversation they ought to have face to face, not face to beak. But she spots Sadie a little farther up the beach, away from the waterline, waiting patiently by a collection of towels and bags and other sundries, including a blanket that ought to be large enough to cover her.
Daine slows as she passes them, almost hovering in place for a beat or two, long enough to give them a pointed look before she continues over the sand and lands on the ground by Greta's things. With a little help from Sadie, she hops beneath the blanket and resumes her human shape. By the time Greta and Thomas have caught up to her, she's standing, the blanket securely wrapped around her.
"She's all right," Daine says first. "Some other selkies have found her, though, and they don't seem keen to give her up. They aren't harming her, but they're not letting her leave, either."