Whitefish River Homegrown Honey

Muirgen, obviously, had no idea she was freaking the male out by getting teary eyed. Had he never seen a saddened girl before? In her rookery, everyone was considered related through Lir and the sea, but that was only in spirit and mind, not blood. Due to that, most only saw their blood relatives as being completely related, but everyone still acted like one giant and caring family. Each was considerate of the the feelings of those around them, and if any conflicts ever broke out they would quickly be settled in a calm way. It was a place much different from where the male came from, but she didn't know that. She sniffled quietly, but then quickly made herself stop. "I am not crying," she countered, a bit stubbornly. The girl didn't want to be viewed as some crybaby, especially since she was trying to be strong on her long journey from home.

The selkie huffed, once again, as the male continued to speak. He informed her she was a wolf, and that she did not even look like a seal. She couldn't help but silently giggle at that statement in the end, though. "I do not think I am a seal, I know I am one," Muirgen told him, a bit of confidence showing through in her voice. "My body may resemble a wolf now, but we selkies have two bodies. With our skins, we can acquire our seal body once again, and be one with the ocean." That, of course, never actually happened. Most would take their skins into the water with them, but fro one to change their species entirely was an impossible task. She, however, did not believe that. She truly believed she could take on the form of a seal. "I am happy to have met one like yourself, then." The girl would have been lost in her mind had she met a liar.