Being born...it's been so long since it happened, that Branna doesn't even remember such a thing. She's seen the world change, civilizations rise and fall and never had much interest in the ways of man. She was Fae, Seelie, and her kind weren't made for worry. No...they danced and wove themselves through the waves. Life, carefree and sweet. Shed the skin of the seal and walk among men for a night of pleasure and passion.

Of course, one night of passion with a Selkie got under the skin of any that tasted their delights. They left those men with that one night, remembered for the rest of their lives. It was just how they were made. And the Tuatha Dé Danann didn't create anything without some duality. The skins...those things that gave them such freedom...could also be the cage. To find a Selkie skin was to bind the Selkie to you. She forgets her life in the sea, not even a vacant memory. Until she sees that skin again...

Forty years. That was how long she had been with her husband...he aged, grew gray and wrinkled. She stayed the same youthful beauty. He grew jealous and over bearing, but she said nothing. She was the dutiful wife. Until his grandson, her step-grandson, grew in to a young man and coveted what his grandfather had. Anger flared. A skin found and destroyed. Her body scarred forever with the ferocity of his anger. Husband dead and grandson the murderer, hanged. And now...Branna...alone.