Cold bites at my nose and cheeks. Despite the fact that I'm wrapped head to toe in thick wool outerwear, I'm shivering as I stand on deck, watching as we approach the rugged black island that Mossie calls home. It's no wonder that no one bothers the Selkies at their home base.
The island towers over the sea, its tall cliffs made of black obsidian that shines in the moonlight. No trees interrupt its landscape. No other land is visible on any horizon. It stands alone, adorned by a manor just visible from where we float to the south. Nothing about this place matches Mossie's warm personality.
Amun returns from the cabin, eyes locked on the island. Mossie had woken up this afternoon with glassy eyes and a weak voice. She could tell we were close to her home. She wasn't awake long.
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