Myca breathed out slowly. Helping meant he would have to get in the water. Could he resist the ocean's lure if he did that? His brow furrows and his lips press into a line as he considers it. But... he can't very well leave the seal stuck in these rocks among the shallows. It's unconscionable!
Shifting a little, Myca moved to dip his feet into the water to help the seal get... well, either on land fully or back into the sea, whichever the creature wanted.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he intoned, still soft and musical despite a sort of scratchy quality from lack of use. He barely uttered the words before he reached out, slowly, trying his best to telegraph his movements, to lay his hands on the seal.
Paio wanted to scoot away but something told him that he'd be safe. He had no idea what it was but he opted to trust him. So he swallowed and nodded then stayed where he was to let the human get closer to him, to touch him to move him.
Wait...should he remove his pelt? Would that help? Ohhhhh! Why did navigating what to do on land have to be so hard!
The water lapping at his legs made Myca ache to swim once more, to shed this human skin and go far, far from the land. The sensation was so much stronger, just as he always thought it would be. All the more reason to keep himself out of the ocean after this.
It felt like a little whirlpool in this space between the larger rocks. Perhaps that's what kept the little seal stuck. Well, with just a little guidance, he should be free soon. Of course, seals aren't light creatures and being more out of the water than in it made it more difficult for Myca to easily turn him around.
After a few minutes, Myca breathed out heavily. "Maybe we should wait for the tide to come back in," he murmured with a resigned expression.
This really was so hard. So he finally...just...shed his pelt. It fell away almost like a blanket to reveal Paio's human form. Shaking wet hair from his face, he chewed on his lip then clutched his pelt tight to him, scared to lose it.
Myca jumped, clapping his hands over his mouth to keep from making some shocked sound. A selkie! He's heard of them but he didn't know if he'd ever met any. How would he? It doesn't make sense to be in the deep of the ocean in a human form. Swimming is so much easier with fins and flippers!
More importantly, would talking to him in this form harm him? Myca wasn't sure. A human shape doesn't make the selkie human. He's still a creature of the sea, right? Sea creatures weren't wired to drown.
Swallowing hard, Myca blinked away his surprise and exhaled.
He gave several quick nods. Oh should he be revealing that actually? He realized belatedly maybe that was a terrible idea. But in the end it was too late wasn't it. He'd already admitted to it. So instead he just chewed his lip and nodded again.
Yes, he was a selkie. Evidenced by the pelt that Paio was currently clinging to in that moment.
The selkie revealing his human shape didn't make Myca less inclined to help him get back to the sea. He held out a hand, stopping just short of touching Paio's arm above the elbow. He didn't want to alarm the selkie or make him think he was reaching for the pelt. With his other hand, Myca gestured to the rocks on which they were and then pointed to the ocean. He wanted to help the other get off the rocks safely so he could swim back to his colony.
Looking to where he gestured, he nodded then went to follow after him. It was hard to climb holding his pelt but he did his very best. If they could just get up to safety then he'd be able to... To do what? He wasn't sure. But he could still do something! Maybe. Hopefully.
Indeed, the world outside the water is very big and very different. Myca's been there for a while now. Ah, but the sea still calls to him, tugs at his heart the way the moon tugs at the tides. Being this close makes the longing to go home even greater. But there's such a sadness for Myca in the sea. So much blood in the water because of him...
Gingerly, slowly, he reached out to take the selkie's arm just above his elbow to help him keep his foot on the wet rocks. There's a gentler slow which where Myca climbed up onto them near the sand, so he guides Paio in that direction. At least on the smooth sand, he could move better in whichever form he chose.
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Shifting a little, Myca moved to dip his feet into the water to help the seal get... well, either on land fully or back into the sea, whichever the creature wanted.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he intoned, still soft and musical despite a sort of scratchy quality from lack of use. He barely uttered the words before he reached out, slowly, trying his best to telegraph his movements, to lay his hands on the seal.
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Wait...should he remove his pelt? Would that help? Ohhhhh! Why did navigating what to do on land have to be so hard!
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It felt like a little whirlpool in this space between the larger rocks. Perhaps that's what kept the little seal stuck. Well, with just a little guidance, he should be free soon. Of course, seals aren't light creatures and being more out of the water than in it made it more difficult for Myca to easily turn him around.
After a few minutes, Myca breathed out heavily. "Maybe we should wait for the tide to come back in," he murmured with a resigned expression.
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"Will...will this help?"
Moving with this body?
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More importantly, would talking to him in this form harm him? Myca wasn't sure. A human shape doesn't make the selkie human. He's still a creature of the sea, right? Sea creatures weren't wired to drown.
Swallowing hard, Myca blinked away his surprise and exhaled.
"Selkie?" he whispered oh-so-softly.
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Yes, he was a selkie. Evidenced by the pelt that Paio was currently clinging to in that moment.
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The world was so big outside the water...
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Gingerly, slowly, he reached out to take the selkie's arm just above his elbow to help him keep his foot on the wet rocks. There's a gentler slow which where Myca climbed up onto them near the sand, so he guides Paio in that direction. At least on the smooth sand, he could move better in whichever form he chose.