Sapphic Fairy Tales 07: The Selkie

Changelings, as denoted by their name, come in many shapes, sizes and temperaments. There are folk who become terrible bestial animals in the light of the full moon. There are also mischievous, devilish creatures that sow discord and strife in their wake with their shape-changing powers. And there are also creatures doomed to live between two worlds, the human and the animal, with one foot, or claw or flipper in one world, and another in the other.

The legend of the Selkie is one such story. Beautiful women cursed by the witch queen of the deep ocean to live as seals for all days of the year but one. On this day they may return to shore and shed their seal skins to walk the green grass and bask under the sun. But before the sun rises on the next dawn they must retrieve their seal skin once more and return to the sea. Should they fail to do so, they will be doomed to forever remain a seal should they ever touch seawater again.

The wind always bit the hardest on the north-west coast of the island. It rolled in off the great grey ocean and burrowed chilly fingers through every tiny gap in the thatch, through every crack in the floorboards and between every nook and cranny of your clothing. Molly pulled her waxed cloak up tighter around her shoulders as she marched along the sea shore, trying to keep her back to the wind which was flecked with drizzle and sea spray. The smell of salt and seaweed filled her nose as it always did and the cry of gulls on the rocks was the regular symphony of life on the coast.

She was making her way across the sand and pebble beach, searching as she always did for interesting driftwood and other flotsam and jetsam. She had been told as a girl that sometimes whole trees from a completely different shore on the far side of the ocean washed up here and had even taken root when they were rescued from the sea's grasps. She had never seen something quite as majestic but she had sometimes come across a gnarled branch that the sea had worn into an interesting shape. And one time when she had been around sixteen she had even found an old sea chest which must have fallen off of some ship. It had been empty except for crabs and seawater, but that old chest still sat back at home by the fireplace, a memento of loot well salvaged.

Although that had been some years ago and Molly was now approaching her twenty-fourth year, she still enjoyed rambling along the beach searching for buried treasure. Today she had found three interesting shells, several fragments of bright blue sea-glass and a lump of wood which reminded her of a cat. It was a small haul but one which made her proud. She would take the objects home, drill holes into the shells and glass to make necklaces and perhaps she would paint the cat-wood to sell in the village.

Besides from her random sea-shore oddities Molly also made good work as a fisherwoman sailing with a crew of four other islanders in a small ship called the Marietta. Her work hauling the nets and rigging of the little sailing ship had given her a robust muscular physique, typical of a lot of the men and women of the island. She had a huge mop of curly red hair which she usually tied back into a practical ponytail and her wide happy face was speckled with a constellation of freckles which grew more numerous in the summer. Her eyes were the deep sea green of many of the island folk, although she had inherited her father's button nose and strong jawline.

For the moment she lived alone in a small cottage on the edge of the village, close to the shoreline. Her father had passed away six winters ago and her mother had sailed off to go live with her sister on the mainland. Although Molly had the rest of the crew that she worked with on the Marietta, they were often off with their own families when they got back to shore, and so she was sometimes a little lonely. She did have the little tabby cat Wallace that she had taken in last summer, but sometimes when she returned to her small thatched hut at night she still felt like there was something missing.

She did sometimes consider leaving the island altogether and sailing off to find a new life somewhere else. The trouble with living in a small village on a small island was that eventually everyone was related to everyone else, and finding a mate could sometimes prove a little problematic. But between the howling gales, roaring sea spray, bleak landscape and the ever-present smell of fish, it wasn't like there were many new folk desperate to come and start a new life here.

Molly looked up from the pebble-strewn beach that she had been marching along and stared out at the horizon. It was mid afternoon and the wind was whipping in from the west, dragging along with it an enormous bank of rain-swollen clouds as dark as pitch. A distant flash of lightning lanced down between the clouds and the sea, followed a moment later by an ominous roll of thunder. She turned about and started making her way quickly back along the shoreline, intent on making it back home before the storm landed. There were few things worse than being out in one of the storms that regularly ripped across the island at this time of year and Molly had every intention to be safe and warm inside by the time it hit.

Just as she was stepping around a slick patch of rock, wet with drizzle, she noticed something unusual on the foreshore. It had not been there when she had made her way through this part of the beach earlier, which was why she noticed it now. It appeared to be a sleek grey seal-skin, like the seals which sometimes rested on the craggy rocks far out on the south-western coastline. This skin appeared to have been perfectly removed from its owner, of which there was no sign, and even more mysteriously, leading away from the skin were several clearly human footprints.

As Molly picked up the skin and examined it, she looked around searching for the bare-footed person who had dropped it. The footsteps moved up towards the scree-slope at the top of the beach and disappeared over the brow of the ridge. Not seeing anyone, and hearing nobody reply when she called out, Molly shrugged and slung the skin over her back to continue on her way back home. She would dry it out by the fire and sell it at the market tomorrow along with the rest of her finds from the day, it should fetch a good price.

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The storm hit just as Molly made it home and she shut and bolted the heavy wooden door behind her against the howling wind. A crack of lightning flashed through the gaps in the shutters and the thunder followed almost immediately afterwards and then came the heavy persistent hissing sound of falling rain. Molly ditched her bag and moved over to the smouldering hearth, stoking the dried peat back to life and adding another dense brick. The little cottage was soon filled with the gentle earthy scent of burning peat and Molly smiled, happy to be home, as she hung the seal skin that she had found in front of the fireplace.

After a brief dinner, she set to work drilling holes into the shells and glass that she had found by the beach to thread into necklaces. She had only a small hand-cranked iron drill to do so, so the task was laborious and took forever. But Molly didn't mind, it gave her mind something to focus on as she sat alone by the light of the fire, listening to the sound of the rain and wind howling outside.

By the time that she had finished, the seal skin had completely dried out and she carefully folded it up before placing it in the large sea chest that she had salvaged years ago. Inside the chest, buried amongst blankets and spare clothes, were a few of her other more precious belongings, including a clay lantern that burned whale oil her mother had gifted her with when she left. Also a set of iron darning needles that she had inherited from her grandmother. And, her pride and joy, the ivory carved set of Tafl pieces that her father had carved for her when she was young. The simple set of twelve white pieces and twenty-four darker pieces with their leather playing board had entertained her and her mother for years during her father's long absences at sea. She had not played it since.

It was just as she had closed the chest and was making ready to head to bed that Molly heard a sudden violent knock at the door. The noise made her jump with surprise, having not expected anyone to be out in the foul weather. She had certainly not expected anyone. The knock came again, this time more persistent and continued until Molly moved up to the door and called out,

'Who is it?'

No reply came, but the persistent hard knocking stopped, only to be replaced a moment later by three gentler taps, as if the knocker was embarrassed to have been caught knocking so loudly. Molly frowned and wrinkled her nose. Whoever it was, it would be cruel to leave them outside on a night like this, but on the other hand a stranger was a possible danger that she didn't necessarily want to let into her home. She settled for grasping hold of the heavy walking stick that she kept by the door with one hand, while undoing the bolt and opening the door with the other.

As the light from the gently glowing fire spilled out into the foul rain-drenched night, Molly beheld the pale form of a figure standing huddled in the doorframe. The woman was completely nude from head to toe, her long dark red hair flapping wetly in the wind behind her, and her face a picture of perfect misery as she held her arms around herself against the weather. Molly's eyes went wide at the sight of this shocking and unexpected scene before her but she dropped the walking stick and held out her hand to the woman to pull her inside.

The pale woman outside took her hand in hers and Molly marvelled for a moment at the incredible softness of her skin and her relatively small delicate hand in her palm. She slammed the door shut behind her against the blowing gale that was trying to invade her home and turned to face this strange creature that had knocked on her door so late at night in the middle of a storm.

Now that she had a moment to look at her, Molly could see that the woman was clearly no islander. Her long straight hair, although red like Mollys, was a brighter, more ruby hue than her own copper curls. She was tall and lithe, almost waifish in form, with her long subtle legs and slim arms having none of the muscular build of a hard life lived on the edge of the ocean. Her waist was narrow and youthful and her hips were similarly much slimmer than Molly's own curvy frame. Her face was extremely pretty, although currently locked into an expression of forlorn nervousness as she hugged her torso and attempted to hide her nakedness from Molly's eyes.

Molly blinked back into action after taking in the woman's form, realising that she had been staring, and she reached over to grab the long waxed leather coat that hung by the door and offered it to her guest. She took it gratefully and wrapped it around herself with a small smile.

'What's your name?'

Molly asked as she sat down on her little bed, gesturing for the stranger to sit on her chair beside her at her desk. But the woman didn't reply, she merely opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out and she shook her head back and forth with a frustrated expression and shrugged her shoulders.

'You can't speak?'

The woman nodded and smiled.

'But you can understand me?'

Nod and smile.

'All right, erm. I don't know your name, and you can't tell me your name, but how about for now I just call you... erm... Ariel, does that sound all right?'

Shrug, nod, smile.

'Ariel, pleasure to meet you. I'm Molly. Ariel, where did you come from? This is no night to be out and about on the island, especially so underdressed. Were you shipwrecked?

There was a moment of silence as the woman that Molly had decided to call Ariel seemed to struggle to try and explain herself. Eventually she gave up and just pointed in the direction of the ocean and mimed swimming. Molly nodded in understanding, probably a shipwreck, the poor dear. Every now and then, the islanders would find the corpse of some forsaken man or woman washed up on the shoreline. This girl had been lucky to survive, especially in a storm like this one.

Giving up on further attempts at communication, Molly just smiled at Ariel with as kind an expression as she could and mimed a motion for eating. Ariel nodded and looked over at her with wide expressive eyes. It wasn't until now that Molly realised just how big and stunningly blue her eyes were, almost ultramarine in colour with delightful flecks of silvery light refracted in the firelight. She felt her heart skip a beat slightly as she beheld Ariel's smile, her beauty catching her quite off guard, but then she remembered herself and set about preparing a simple meal for her unexpected guest.

As soon as Ariel had eaten, she tried to communicate with a series of mimes which Molly had difficulty understanding. She seemed to be asking a question, and something about putting something on, maybe she was asking after some better clothes? Well fair enough, Molly's old waxed coat was hardly comfortable for wearing right next to the skin. But did she have anything more suitable that might fit her new guest?

Molly spent a moment thinking before she remembered the garment that she had worn a long time ago on her fifteenth name-day. She knew that she still had it somewhere buried amongst the other clothing in her little wardrobe, and it might just fit Ariel, with her slim frame and... delicate limbs.

After a quick rummage at the bottom of the wardrobe Molly pulled out the garment, a long blue dress with black lace bodice and puffy flowing sleeves. It had been imported from the mainland by her father at great cost and for a few short months it had been her prize possession. Unfortunately growth and time had meant that it no longer fit her beyond this short window so it had remained at the bottom of a drawer for many long years. She held it up to Ariel who looked disappointed for just a moment before smiling sweetly and standing to take the dress. She looked around as if looking for a place to change in private, and Molly pulled across the small curtain which separated the small cottage down the middle.

While Ariel was changing, Molly resisted the urge to peek around the curtain, although she had already seen the girl naked, there was something about her that was so alluring and enticing that she found herself desiring another look at her beautiful feminine form. Instead she had another idea and quickly rummaged amongst her sea-chest once more, pulling aside the dried seal skin for a moment to pull out her Tafl set. She then spent a moment setting up the board on top of the chest, if she and Ariel couldn't communicate verbally then perhaps they would find some common ground in playing the game together.

As soon as Ariel stepped out around the curtain, Molly's breath caught in her throat slightly. The dress fit her perfectly, and she was stunned at the way its gentle fabric and figure-hugging form made her look even more beautiful than when she had no clothes on at all. She clearly must have been staring, because she saw Ariel blush at her gaze and look down demurely as she came back to sit on the chair by the fire. Molly loved the way that she moved and found herself hypnotised by the form of her long silky smooth legs peeking out below the hemline of the skirts.

With an effort Molly pulled herself together and gestured at the board in front of her. Ariel looked down at it and smiled, clearly recognising the little black and white pieces in their configuration on the board. She reached out and touched one of the little white pieces in the centre before taking her first move.

While they played, Molly continued to be fascinated and delighted by the way that the delicate Ariel moved her arms and hands to move the pieces. She moved with such effortless grace that Molly felt almost clumsy and troll-like in comparison, her big rough hands dwarfing the little pieces in comparison to Ariels' slim soft fingers. She also loved looking at her guest's thinking face, the little furrowing of the brow and the way that she held her soft pointed chin with her hand while she was considering her next move.

Every now and then, as they looked at each other across the board, their eyes would meet, and Molly knew that Ariel had been watching her too. Maybe she was examining her face to try and figure out any small tells that would reveal her strategy, or maybe she was looking at her in the same way that she looked at her? The moment slipped by, the sound of the peat burning gently in the fire, and the noise of the blowing gale outside their only accompaniment.

The black and white pieces began to pile up on the wooden top of the sea chest as the game progressed, and Molly felt a little flutter in her chest with every glance that she shared with the beautiful woman across the board. She had only just met her, not even had a conversation with her, but there was something about her which she found irresistible and desirable. She wanted to run her hands through Ariel's soft ruby hair, hold her cheek in her hand and kiss her gently in the forehead, the cheeks, the lips. She wanted to feel what her soft lithe form would feel like next to hers in the bed she sat on, feel her hands on her own skin and taste her.

The game was reaching a conclusion, with Ariel's king piece nearly surrounded on all sides by Molly's black knights, and Molly reached out her hand to move her final knight into place. As she laid it back down and looked up at Ariel with a smile, she looked deep into the girl's soft ultramarine blue eyes, her face betraying an emotion of care and longing. She felt a touch on her outstretched hand as Ariel's own delicate fingers brushed lightly against her skin, before intertwining their fingers with their palms pressed against each other.

There was a moment of complete quiet with not even a rumble of thunder in the sky above to interrupt them, both women staring into the other's eyes, lost in a trance of two lonely people who had found one another. Then Ariel leaned forward across the sea chest, closing her eyes and met Molly's mouth with a soft, gentle kiss, their lips pressing delicately together in a tender moment of closeness. Molly reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of Ariel's long flowing hair back behind her ear before cupping her face in her hand as the two of them pressed into the kiss. Their lips parted and they trepidatiously began exploring each other's mouth with their tongues. The touch of Ariel's hand ran slowly up Molly's forearm until she reached her powerful shoulders and began to entwine her delicate fingers into Molly's thick nest of tight ginger curls.

For a moment the two women broke their kiss to stare into each other's eyes, Ariel smiled and bit her lip nervously but happily and Molly chuckled with a pleased grin as she took Ariel's hands, pulling her over to lay beside her on the small bed. The heat from the low fire continued to heat the both of them as they lay side by side, joining their mouths together once more into a delighted kiss, their hands now freely exploring the other woman's body.

Molly's strong calloused hands found the hem of the skirts that she had leant to Ariel and began to rub her palm up the side of her thigh, pulling the soft fabric with her as she went. The woman's skin felt so soft and smooth under her palm, and she squeezed gently as she reached her exposed buttock, feeling the tender firmness of the pert muscles beneath. At the same time Ariel's hands were groping and pulling at the wide-necked shirt that Molly wore over her torso, fiddling with the buttons to open up the front and gain access to her full ripe breasts. Molly let out a soft moan of pleasure as she felt Ariel's hand finally find her right breast, cupping its full form in her small palm and gently twisting the hard pink nipple between finger and thumb.