Coconut Grove the algea

Taltos had warned her to stand apart from the shore during this chant, else she might be swallowed by it— and yet Emaleth discounted the advice, now, as she sang. His death and her anger made the youth reckless and spiteful; the universe had taken her entire world, and it could take her, too, at its will. If her destiny was to join the selkies that moved beneath the ocean's surface, singing their mournful songs, then so be it. She wanted to learn of them, anyway, and what better path than to become one herself.

When her sister's voice broke over the sound of the swell, so too did Emaleth feel the world shift. Like a key fitting into a lock, clicking as its teeth found purchase, the dark beauty felt a piercing in the armor of her heart. It would be Deirdre that found the weakness in the steel; Deirdre, that would gain purchase there and crack it wide open.

"Croí chara," she answered, eyes fluttering shut as she felt her throat tighten.