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She spoke words that warmed my soul and calmed my heart.

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selkieiisms

You will be the

BEST BIG BROTHER

In the WORLD.

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frryst.

the child, bundled into a coat twice her size so that only her head sticks out, has wandered off again. she doesn’t mind being alone – ben is only mean to her, anyway, and she usually finds her way back. the only major source of discomfort is the cold.

curiosity, however, has beaten out the chill. the campsite ben and her father had made in the snowy forest is left far behind as saoirse appro- aches colossal steps made of what looks like ice. the clusters of light that tend to follow her when she’s alone have begun to wind around the ban- ister, and so she climbs.

and climbs.

eventually she reaches the top, huffing for air and clutching the coat tight around her should- ers, and pushes open the looming doors. where normally one would call hello, she emits only a faint cough into the echoing space. it’s beautiful, but it’s so empty – no breath, no life and no presence except for that of glittering ice.

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she knows he doesn’t like her breathing over his shoulder, but the book he holds – it depicts an image that draws her closer, like a string pulling her into the page. ( it looks like her dreams. )

a gentle tug at ben’s shoulder. her eyes dart to the book, then to him, and a tiny expectant smile pulls up the corners of her mouth.

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theharellan

The girl’s lower lip trembles, but it is no show. He catches a glint in the corner of her eyes, unshed tears that threaten to spill.

Gingerly, Solas lifts her to her feet. He holds the injured hand like it is made of glass. A thin trickle of blood dries on her knuckles. “You will live. In fact, I believe I can help,” he says, teasing gently. From across the Veil he draws the aid of spirits, who imbue his free hand with a glowing light. “This will not hurt, but it may feel strange,” he warns.

In one, slow movement he draws his hand across hers. He can feel the magic at work, sealing the wound with the warmth of a mother’s kiss. “It should feel better now.”

selkiehearted

she’s seen them before – little glowing clusters of light, clinging to life and swirling through the air to guide her to something. this time they take the form of a gentle shine that closes the cuts on her hand immediately. what is that? if only she could gather it in a jar! the young selk’s eyes remain as round as quar- ters, but her face shifts into a beaming grin. he is trustworthy, then! perhaps he can help her find ben!

but how to communicate her needs ... ? the grin fades into something troubled, brows draw- ing together as her smaller hands grip one of his own in a sudden bout of concern.

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rxane.

she’s another selk –– the lights tell saoirse so. thus, she’s of complete comfort slipping the pelt over her head and diving into the water next to the other. once seal-formed she circ- les about a piece of coral a few times, magic clinging to her flippers as if afraid to leave. not a word said, but there’s joy in her eyes at finding someone like her – someone of fae blood. she’s never attempted to speak under- water, and has no clue on how to do so. per- haps the fellow selk will know how.

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selkiehearted

Her nose wrinkles and round cheeks flush in embarrassment. She hadn’t missed him, she just… … missed him. But where’s Ben!? Would he just leave his sister like that? Even though he hates her, Saoirse doesn’t understand why he left her here in the middle of the city. In answer to the man’s question she opens her mouth, promptly closes it, and settles for a nervous shake of the head.

theharellan

So, she’s a quiet one.

Solas watches her face crinkle, embarrassment reddening already pink cheeks. Children had never been Solas’s specialty, he had never led the sort of life that allowed them to be around him often. The courts of Arlathan were no place for da’len’en, and yet he had always liked them. Their minds are more open than those who raised them, more often than not.

He frowns faintly, not seeing any outward sign of injury. Extending his hand to lift her off the floor, his frown quickly giving way to a smile. “In that case… Show me where you are hurt, and I shall do my best to fix it.”

selkiehearted

long ago, saoirse’s father had warned her not to talk to strangers, but she doesn’t want to be left alone. and her hand hurts. and this man seems to want to help.

it’s a moment before she lifts the hand not gripping ben’s shell to show him; a scrape, bleeding a bit but not dangerous. it just hurts enough to bring tears to the corners of her eyes.

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theharellan

Solas stands with his nose in a book, thumb on the binding. The trouble with elvish was that he had to pretend to not be fluent in it. Ancient elven expert or no, he could not risk anyone noticing that he spoke forgotten tongues better than he spoke the king’s tongue.

He looked up when he felt something soft bump against his leg, turning to see the child that lay flat upon the ground. Book forgotten, his hand dropped limply at his side as he knelt down to her level.

“I have been told that I am not an easy man to be notice, though I thought it would have been a challenge to miss me altogether,” he joked. “Are you unharmed?”

selkiehearted

Her nose wrinkles and round cheeks flush in embarrassment. She hadn’t missed him, she just… … missed him. But where’s Ben!? Would he just leave his sister like that? Even though he hates her, Saoirse doesn’t understand why he left her here in the middle of the city. In answer to the man’s question she opens her mouth, promptly closes it, and settles for a nervous shake of the head.

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Hi Saoirse :)!

❝ !! ❞

a bright smile lights up the child’s face as she’s greeted. while she can’t preciselysay hello back, saoirse lifts a tiny hand intothe air and waves back to the stranger.

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theharellan.

the wheeze that comes from her lungs is barely audible, but she’s breathing hard and her hands are clammy around ben’s shell. what is this place? where did he go? where’s cú? of course, saoirse didn’t want to be cooped up in the city, but she didn’t want to be separated from her brother, either. she only knows the way to the sea. so lost in a panicked train of thought is the child that she accidentally bumps right into someone’s leg – and falls back limply with the shell clutched to her chest. the words don’t come, even after all this time.