The selkie woman arrived at dusk with nothing but the clothes on her back.
She stayed in the inn, spending most of her time sitting by the window and staring out at the people who past by, or at patrons at the inn’s bar, searching for one particular face. She didn’t talk, she barely ate, she simply stared.
When she finally saw the man she was looking for, she rose from her chair and followed him home.
The selkie woman left at dawn with nothing but the clothes on her back and her skin, blood still flaking from her fingernails.