Barrow Fields castles in the sand, cradles in the trees

Had he known what was in store for him in the next few weeks, maybe he would've taken her up on that offer. Maybe he wouldn't have found it difficult to make up his mind - get away from here, or stay? Build a family with Redshank, or flee to the island with the nymph? Her pleading did not help; her touch made him relax and sigh against her shadowed form, wanting nothing more than her company for as long as he could have it. If the boy had been more knowledgable about his feelings, he would've recognized how strong his crush was for the seasprite - alas, he was oblivious, and chalked it up to his poor mental state.

No, not now, he murmured in to her fur, and then began to pull away - she was like a siren, or a creature from a fae realm. One taste and you'd be stuck forever. But soon, he promised, as he drifted apart from her.