Elspeth pulled herself up into the air pocket in a mountain that was her Mother's home. She just sat for a moment, broken, beaten.
"Fjársjóður?" Elspeth turned. "Elspeth!" Mother ran forward, and Elspeth stood and ran to meet her. For what felt like eternity, Elspeth's mother held her tightly. The younger selkie let her tears flow freely; she did not want to run from her anymore. Mother whispered gently comforts into her daughter's hair.
Elspeth felt like a child again. Twice now in her life, she had had everything she knew ripped out from under her. The first time, it had been gently. It was like awakening from a dream. Did the time before really even exist?
This time... Elspeth took a deep breath to steady herself, her tears spent. She did not let the hug go.
This time, she had so much evidence against to pull, and yet... When given the opportunity, Macrae took the cloak and hid it. Elspeth had been less naive as a child.
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The Maid and The Selkie
Kısa HikayeMacrae finds a strange child on the sand. Elspeth finds her preconceptions are not as true as fact. They find friends in each other, and want to keep that love forever. Cover made with www.canva.com
