There was a folk-tale from the Kingdom of the Wasting Sea. Variations of it existed across the realm, but the story from the people beneath the waves was the oldest version.
Once upon a time, a beautiful selkie came up to the shores to pick the blue lilies that grew alongside the coast. Young and excitable, she’d left her seal-skin on the nearby rocks and took on a form more conducive to the hot sands and pebbled beach. She stretched out her legs and counted her toes, and stepped onto the land above her home.
As the selkie was picking her quarry, a man found her seal-skin unguarded and draped out in the open. The creature the man was changed from telling to retelling. Sometimes he was a greedy djinn, other times he was an impulsive cyclopes. Sometimes he was rich, an emperor or a king.
