Off The Coasts Of Ireland (Septiplier)

~ Chapter 31 ~

"I have to go see Mark now, though I hope soon that I will be seeing you outside your cave." I said as I gave Meara a longing hug inside the dim lighting of the cave, pressing her thin body against my chest and stroking her back tenderly. For almost the whole day, Meara and I talked up along the rocks. It was so calming and reliving, being able to finally talk to my mother about my life, it was such an experience I can't possibly describe through words. I don't even know how to explain the pure joy I felt as we had a full conversation as mother and son! I listened to her carefully as she told the stories of my family, what life was like for her and then vice versa, I would explain to her my life on the coastlines and my time at the laboratory.

For once in my life, I felt connected to the world around me even more. I finally had the chance to be with my kin, my mother, and tell her everything I have ever endured. No doubt for me to say that this was one of the most happiest days of my life...

Meara peered up to me, her brown eyes reflecting the poor light and casting shimmering sparkles in the water. "I-I hope so as well. I wish you and Mark and the best." Her voice weakly stammered as I felt her hands trail up my spine caressingly. "Even though he's a human and for such a long time I've been fearing them, I don't think he's bad. It seems this particular human is quite nice from the sounds of him, I hope to see him someday. Tell him I said 'thank you' for bringing you here." Her lips trembled into a feeble smile through the darkness. As I gazed down to her, I could feel myself creating a proud grin across my face without even needing to think. It was very comforting to know my mother was giving humans a second chance, even after all that happened with me and humans in the past. When we were both on the rocks, it toke me a while to convince her that Mark was different, that he wasn't dangerous. Luckily, as I was explaining him to her, her mentality towards the idea of Mark quickly changed when I told her he saved me. It was such a relief, especially since Mark was the love of my life. I was glad to see that my mother was at least open to accept him. She's brave to even consider it, after all that's happened...

I fluttered my tail promptly in the water as I stared confidently into her steady gaze. "Maybe you will, maybe you will tell him yourself! Please come out of your cave once you feel better about it." I gave her a rub on the shoulder encouragingly as I raised my other hand to catch a piece of a swaying brown lock floating in front of Meara's nervous face, she had her gaze shyly avoiding mine. She slowly crept her fingers away from my back and to her own shoulders, holding them fearfully as her gaze bloomed with fright.

"I-I w-will try..." She spoke with uncertainty as her eyes flickered anxiously from her treasures, soon after facing back up to me with a new gleam of affection rising in her expression. "Bye Seán, I love you." She softly whispered, her lips kissing my cheek lightly as she stared truthfully into my eyes. Her genuine action was so pure I couldn't help but feel myself choke up inside, it was so unfamiliar to hear those words come out of anyone expect Mark. I love it when Mark tells me that he loves me, but when it's your own mother telling you that after an absence of over twenty years, it means so much to you emotionally...

From that moment on, I felt a small part in my heart become fulfilled with an inertial happiness... I've finally met my mother...

"I love you too, Ma." I breathed subtly as I brought her into another hug, wrapping my arms tightly around her and relishing the beautiful moment we shared, another moment made to our pitiful collection. It was saddening to know I had so little memories with my mother but I can only hope someday that would change...

I released my mother back into the compacted water we swam in, she smiled kindly in the horrid darkness that engulfed us. Only the teeny glitters of gold glistened in the small rays of sunlight which helped light the cave. Meara began to swim cautiously around masses of her own piles of golden artifacts, collected from many years of depressive scavenging with Séamus, and settled herself down on the heap of gold coins and other miscellaneous items. She coiled her purple tail snuggly to her body as she reached for the small harp and cradled it close to her as if it was the most precious thing in the world. She closed her eyes and drew out calm flurries of bubbles that would rise peacefully to the surface. Just like how I found her... I thought sadly as I turned around slowly, making sure I didn't bump into any piles, and flopped my tail through the narrow pathways between the towering heaps.