#odyssey

Citrine looks about ready to zip forward and bap on the nose the next person to argue with them.

Art whispers to Thistle, "Issue a challenge. You know we'll back you up. We can fight for her."

"Why must it be all or nothing? Can she not know her mother, and father, and brother, and sister - and also know the sea?"

"To be one of us, she must live here."

"Learn our ways!"

"Her cradle must be the sea!"

Calls encouraging from the crowd, and the Chieftess nods.

"I swear, this is just a PROBLEM and we can FIX it. Make sure she knows her heritage, and will be able to freely choose when she's of age. Frankie is just as much your blood, and ya'll ignore him."

Gwen is not sure about Artie's comment. WHat if they pick a swimming competition, can they do that?

"She's right...." murmurs another. "Should we go rescue the boy? Is it too late?" "Who would share a skin for him?"

She stamps a foot. "Frankie doesn't need 'rescued'! He's loved."

Saoirse carefully hands the babe to a woman standing nearby, and claps her hands. The ground rumbles just a touch underfoot. "ENOUGH." She says, and her voice carries an order.

Gwen inclines her head, wanting to speak

Thistle shuts up, standing ramrod straight and as tense as a guitar string.

But she is TRYING to honor hospitality

(Before the Enough per ST) A look at them, "You are looking to make enemies where you have a chance to make allies. Silver wolf may not be by the sea, but we are a haven for the landbound... for those who do not have skins nor the calling. From there, one of your kin might reach the cousins on northern shores and get you help. You're like the tribes when the white man came, so divided you dont' even know the strength you could have if your tribes, your various groups of selkies worked together, and even more if the girl could learn OUR Secrets, and then bring them back to you to share and for you to decide if you wanted the knowledge for yourselves, or atl east were prepared for such"