Selkies were creatures of myth and folklore, and as a mythologist, it was your job to teach the younger generations about them.

The last thing you expected was to run into one on a field trip with your students.

You had been enamored at the first sighting. Your students hadn’t seen him— too busy running around the shore while you focused on the waves. You thought your eyes had deceived you, but no, seals weren’t common in this area, but the myth of the selkies was.

Later that night, against your better judgment, you go to the beach and look around for a while. You wanted to see him again— to speak to him and learn about him —to satisfy your curiosity.

“Hello there.” His voice is soothing as he speaks to you, perched on a nearby rock that jutted out of the waters near the shore. You blink a few times, wondering where this man could've came from, given you'd passed this rock a few times, and had seen nothing.

Your eyes flicker around the beach, but it's just you and him.

“Isn’t it dangerous for people like you to be out here so late?” There’s a sly smile on his eyes as he tilts his head, emerald green eyes twinkling like jewels as he peered down at you.