"You would be surprised to hear the wisdom of unexpected sources. Experience makes wisemen of us all." He muttered mostly to himself. He breathed out through his nose and breathed in again. The salty air filled his lungs and he remembered the times of the old when Viking boats were in the sea, sailing from Scandinavia down southwards in order to pillage and cause havoc.
"The sea holds fond memories," -being a child and watching from the safety of a gilded palace and just being in awe at the ingenuity of mortals, "-and I suppose I could afford a swim."
He stripped and left his clothes neatly folded on the rocks before slipping into the water and letting the sea wash over him until he emerged, sucking in a breath of precious air.
Loki smiled softly and laughed even softer.
"If you say so," she gave another small laugh, not really used to giving or listening to wisdom. "Some’ne once told me if you crack open a mussel with exactly forty four barnacles on it, it’ll tell you a secret of the sea.” And then she pouted, somewhat embarrassed, because she had been gullible enough to try. “It didn’t work.”
Naida’s face lit up when he accepted her suggestion, and she moved aside to give him some room off the rocks, finding it rather funny that he took of his clothes to get in the water while she would take off her skin to get out of the water.
"You don’t have to be so quiet. No one else is around." She swam away a bit, grinning childishly, circling around him for a moment before coming around and grabbing his hands to pull him out a bit deeper. “C’mon, c’mon. Do you swim a lot? I swim more than I walk. Walking’s odd. What’d you think?”
And now Thing 2 of the day!
Transfering a sketch thing into photoshop/digital… because I’ll never finish it otherwise. Same selkie character. Eventually everything’ll be lined. Again… still figuring out her tattoos.
SHE IS CALLING HER HUSBAND TO COME HITHER.
He could appreciate her efforts and he supposed, considering the little twinge of warmth inside, he did. It was almost refreshing to see this bout of innocence and ignorance. He wondered if she knew who he was, though he highly doubted it.
"Aye, those are wise words, young one."
It was nice, not being feared or disliked upon first glance.
"You are a fan of the sea?" he questioned afterwards, trying to smile even if it was a parody of the expression.
His long fingers dipped into the water, spinning idle circles around before rising into the air. The cold he could feel and for a moment he imagined blue.
No, Naida had no idea who she was talking to. Her knowledge of the world was limited to the cautions of her rookery and the stories she heard around fishermen. And while instinct told her to be wary — fearful, even — curiosity won out, so Naida stayed when perhaps she should have fled.
"No one’s told me that before," she said with a small laugh, unbothered by making a joke at her own expense. Mostly because none of her rookery considered her anywhere near wise. "I am! I do love the sea, I grew up in it."
She swam along the edge of the rocks, this way and that, much as seals did. Then she dipped beneath, disappearing for a moment only to resurface in front of him once more. “Do you like it? It’s a bit nippy, I s’pose, but you get used to it. But you should come for a swim!” She held a hand out, the skin at the base of her fingers slightly webbed.
The Great Silkie of Sule Skerry
Once there lived a woman on the island of Sule Skerry with her child, a boy with hair black as the depths of the sea, a trait commonly held by the selkie of the land. He was a fatherless boy, for his father had abandoned him when he was born, but one night while his mother dreamt of drowning, his father’s voice rolled on the foamy tide,waking the woman. By her bed was her lover,their son in his arms. He sang to her, as only selkies do, with all the melancholy of the crushing ocean,
”give to me, my little young son,
And take thee up thy nouriss fee.
It shall come to pass on a summer’s day,
When the sun shines hot on every stone,
That I shall take my little young son,
And teach him for to swim the foam.
And thou shalt marry a proud gunner,
And a very proud gunner I’m sure he’ll be,
And the very first shot that e’re he shoots,
he’ll kill both my young son and me.”
And unlike she, to question the great depths, the mighty domain of Manannan. so she layed a kiss on their heads and waved them goodbye as they slipped into their skins, stealing away from her for the final time. Before they left, she took the gold her selkie lord had gifted her and gave it to her son in the form of a necklace.
favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: a Selkie with Holliday Grainger
Pillowed on the sea-wrack, brown am I,
On the gleaming white-sheen sand
Lulled by the sweet croon of the waves I lie
Could slumber deep, part thee and me
Far away, my own gruag-ach lone
On the gleaming white-friend reefs
Lies that cause of all my moan
Did slumber deep, part thee and me
On the morrow shall I, o’er the sound
O’er the gleaming white-sheen sand
Swim until I reach my loved one brown
Nor slumber deep, part thee and me
I was quite happy with the colors on this one.
Watercolor & Ink