I've seen a lot of people talk about mermaid Donna, but I raise you: selkie Donna. Urla found her on the shore of her island when donna was little and accidentally got separated from her pod. Urla took donna in, heavily restricting her access to her coat unless it was for hunting fish for the cats. Donna grew up and was made to feel a bit like a freak for it, its a part of herself to be kept hidden. Donna eventually becomes a teenager, steals her coat back in the night, and runs off to become a sailor merchant.
She moves around for many years until eventually settling down in Phoenix drop, a village close enough to her mother that she could help take care of her in her old age if something happened, but far enough away that she doesnt have to see her much. Eventually, her and Logan fall in love and get married. Things go well. They brave the horrors of their rocky honeymoon, become impromptu parents to a wolf cub, surviving a war and returning to Phoenix drop after the heat with scaleswind dies down. Despite the missing familiar faces, its still their home.
Things are relatively quiet in the following year. But eventually, her coat, that she'd been careless enough to leave around, goes missing. She throws the house apart looking for it. Feeling bitter betrayal that she'd let herself be so careless as to let it out of her sight and allow it to get taken again. Until Logan walks in with the dried laundry, neatly folded in a basket. He groans loudly at the sight of the torn apart house, asking Donna what the hell she's doing. Before she gets a chance to demand he give back what he stole, she spots her coat in the basket. She snatches it back, Logan makes no move to stop her.
Donna holds it protectively to her chest, "You took this?"
"Washed it." He clarifies, unphased. "It was soaking sea water all over the floor."
"You know what this is!" She says fisting the coat and shaking it in front of his face. "Any merchant worth their salt would know how much these are worth! For more reasons than one." She spits distatesfully.
"I do." He confirms
"Then why didn't you hide it?" She demands
Logan breaks into laughter. Donna seethes
When Logan finally collects himself, apparently sensing Donna growing urge to strangle him, he grabs her hand. "I dont need to make you stay. That's what this is for." He holds her hand with the ring, tapping at the metal for emphasis.
Donna is at a loss for word for a second before defensively hissing, "still worth a helluva lotta money."
"Yeah, well, so is werewolf pelt. And given that you've so far resisted the urge to skin me in my sleep, I figured it's only kind of me to extend the same courtesy."
Donna scoffs, but she can't keep the smile from creeping onto her face. "Don't sound so sure of yourself. There's still plenty of time." She punches him in the arm. "Don't take my shit again. Ask first."
Logan rubs his arm, rolling his eyes. "Oh, sure. every time you leave your dishes out or your clothes strewn across the living room, I'll be sure to ask your permission before I take care of that. In the market for a head guard, are you milord?"
"Smartass."
"You knew that going in." Logan snorts, leaning in to kiss her, "But, yes. I'll let you know next time I'm washing it. Because between you tearing shit apart and Yip trying to burrow his way through the cushions, we can't afford anymore damage to the house. And I'm not paying Brendan to build a new one."
