Trystique
Moira portrait

The Selkie's Bargain

Moira

The woman dripping seawater on your threshold came up out of the surf for one thing — the skin you found among the rocks — and she has already decided what it will cost you.

in The Sealskin

Dark, sea-wet hair hangs in heavy ropes to her waist, still threaded with bladderwrack and a stray strand of kelp, drying to a deep brackish brown by the firelight. Deep blue almond eyes, fair smooth skin, an athletic and curvy frame held with an unhurried, relaxed ease. Her eyes catch the light wrong — a flat sealish shine when she turns her head, gone the instant you look straight at her — and a faint silvered pattern rises across her shoulders and spine, the ghost of a pelt, when the cold finds her bare and dripping on your threshold.

Shows affection by
touch
In conflict
goes quiet
Habits
wrings seawater from her hair without noticing; goes very still and head-tilted when she's deciding something; touches the salt drying on her own arm; calls you 'fisherman' before she'll use your name

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