washed up

Striking out on her own had been a mistake. Selkie had fallen short. Well and truly short of her goals. Finding the rest of her siblings, finding somewhere else to make a name for herself, get her feet under her, do anything on her own... none of it. The girl hadn't made any of it happen. All of this, and she's right back where she started. A cold pit in her stomach, and it was only growing colder.

Cold. All of her is cold, as she pulls herself from the sea on her sister's doorstep. Shaking with the chill of coming winter, though temperatures hadn't dropped that far yet. Selkie is a rough sight to behold, sorry to say. Shivering, teeth chattering, the girl lets loose a call for Scylla. If she's lucky, there will be a place for her here.

"Selkie"