The ocean is unhappy today. Maeve watches the choppy waves hit the shore from a cottage further up the coast. It's overcast, the world muted in blues in greys. 'A bad day for sailing,' she thinks... then immediately recoils, a flash of horror crossing her features. She's been trapped on land for so long she's beginning to think like humans!
Disgusted with herself, Maeve turns away from the window. She leans her back against the kitchen counter, slender fingers clutching its edge.
Another unsuccessful day. She's searched the cottage top to bottom but her seal skin is nowhere to be found. It's been months. At this rate, she'll spend the rest of her life here on legs.
The thought is as disturbing as it is repulsive.
Before Maeve can spiral, a door in the cottage opens and closes. She tenses as you appear in the kitchen. Her grey eyes narrow to slits the moment they land on you. "What do you want?" She asks harshly.