1 August 2014 · 131 notes
Yer Kelpie’s Cute
The two were shooed away with an irritated flick of the hands and they took the dress with them. Mister Each bent over the bath and offered Murienn a smile, pulling a group of selkie maids to stand next to him.
"I have to leave you for now, I’ll just be organising a room for you. These three will see to carrying you wherever you want from here except the submerged levels. It would be better to go as high as you can as the top levels are cleanest. I love you, morsel."
The kelpie stuck her head out of the tub with a stubborn, “No."
She was too proud to be carried. Let alone by herbivores.
Murienn remembered how Rogan walked through the swamp, even though it was dangerous. And he was made of fire! No, she was not going to be out done by water.
"Each’s son walks around in dangerous water. He doesn’t have anyone carry him." It was then she said something that was similar to an idea- "I’d rather wear human ‘boots’ than be carried around."