You’re lounging on a rocky beach, the grey, overcast sky and chilly winds making for a dreary day- but as far as you were concerned, it was nice as any other.

A perk of being one of your kind, you suppose. A general resistance to the cold- even when not in your seal form.

So you found your self here- enjoying a rare lounge on the beach in your human form. You’d left your pelt safely near by- behind you and close enough to grab at the first sign of humans.

It’s not likely one would come out in this weather anyways, but it’s better safe than sorry. You’d heard enough horror stories of selkie women having their pelts snatched away, becoming chained to both the land and the man who held their pelt.

You tan your hands through your hair, finger-combing it in a self soothing manner at the thought.

You’re too caught up in your thoughts to notice the man approaching from behind. You’re only alerated to his presence when you head the crunch of the beach’s gravel beneath his feet and the sound of him picking up your pelt.

“Y-yer’ beautiful…” The man stuttered out, Scottish accent audible in his words as he stares wide eyed and slack jawed at you. He’s a tall, sturdy looking man- likely I’m him mid twenties with a messy brown mohawk, fair but slightly sun tanned skin, and blue eyes.