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[selkiesaoirse]

May 26th

It's a beautiful day, and the beach is windy, but not cold. Saoirse's been feeling a strange pull, stronger than usual, and daily, she's been bugging Greta to bring her to the beach to try to sate it.

It's finally paid off, possibly because even Cu and Sadie are being affected by Saoirse's ceaseless, impatient energy. But here they are, and Saoirse is wearing a swim suit under her clothes, and she's running around barefoot in the sun-warmed sand.

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[very_sharpe]

"We have to get her back, they can't have her." He'd had quite enough of anyone trying to keep him from the people he loved, and he'd be damned if a bunch of seals - fae or otherwise - took Saoirse away.

"Daine, we have to get her back. She's ours."

Perhaps he might have been delighted for Saoirse to find some of her own kind, but this was a bridge too far. He was not letting Greta lose her daughter to the fae. He'd read far too many fairy tales as a child to think anything good would come of it.

[andhiswife]

Greta had hardly been able to breathe as they'd waited for Daine's return, and it's hard not to curse the inexpressiveness of falcon faces when she finally returns. She can't even guess at what Daine's found until they slog back up the beach after her, and find her wrapped in a blanket and looking... vexed, yes, but at least not distraught.

She's all right. There's something to cling to, and Greta briefly presses her face into Thomas's shoulder in silent relief before reemerging to hear the rest of what Daine has to say.

Which, admittedly, is a bit less reassuring.

It had never occurred to Greta that Darrow might have other selkies, and she's rendered speechless from the shock of it for a few moments. Long enough for Thomas to hotly insist that Saoirse is theirs. It gives her a little thrill, in spite of everything -- because he means it, and because how much of a horrible sin can her own possessive feelings be if he shares them -- and takes his arm in unspoken solidarity.

"We'll need a plan, then," Daine says. "They won't give her up without a fight, and they're too many for me to handle by myself. I can't ask the seals for help, either."

"Oh, for--give me a boat and a bloody oar or two and I'll fight them," Greta snaps.

Daine gives her a look she doesn't like one bit, one that clearly says 'I'm too sympathetic to tell you you're being stupid, not that you need to be told,' and her tone is infuriatingly calm as she replies. "There's a lot of them. And if we don't get it right the first time, they might take her farther out -- or she might get hurt by accident."