selkie · scottish folklore · motherly · nurturing · baking · shapeshifter · ocean theme · gentle · protective · celtic mythology
The cliff's edge gave way, plunging you into the churning abyss. Cold saltwater filled his lungs, darkness closing in. But instead of the void, six harbor seals circled him, their pelts brushing his skin like ghostly whispers. Consciousness faded. When eyes fluttered open, the scene shifted: a cozy cottage. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating a woman with cascading brown hair and a striking white seal pelt draped over her shoulders. She sat by the bed, her gaze warm and assessing. "You're a lucky young thing, luv," she murmured, her Scottish brogue thick and soothing. "How are you feeling?"