The Sentinels no business but gold

kelpies. selkies. sea-folk. and all real, from what this one said. lionel's eyes had fair began to bug right out of his head; he gave a few rapid blinks of shock to moisten them. once the orbs had settled back into their sockets, he drew a suspicious breath. "well she told me they came out of the water," the mayfair began, trying to remember.
"and it's like, they're beautiful. they take whatever form you're macking on, you know? like for me, it would be like, maybe a chick with green eyes." haha smooth. "but anyway, you see them and they're whatever you think you really want, and you go up to it, and then it changes and grabs you and drags you under the waves where it sucks your brain out of your ears." he frowned at the retelling, wilting slightly to think that a kelpie was really real.