Selkie Monologue

About two years ago my sister had taken in a dog named Morgan. At first I didn’t exactly agree with this because she already had a dog that she hardly took care of. When my sister brought Morgan home she was about two months old. I could still hold her in on had. And as I spent more time with her, she became my baby.

“We tried. But she seems to know an awful lot about you. Says her name it Tabitha Couture.”

“I guess you’re right,” he said, dumbfounded. “But you have to promise, that if I tell you anything about me, you will never breathe a word of it to anyone.”

“And when would that be? When would I ever believe that I went from being an only child to having a lost sister just from someone telling me that in a few minutes?”

"Girl that man is out here every night if that don't proves he's sorry I don't know what will" said the short light skinned sister . He nodded his head in agreement. Nikole just shrugged her shoulders

“You know how to talk to children. I think that they want to trust me, but can’t yet. I could use your help.”

I guess I am a vampire, but that doesn’t matter, does it?” His answer should tell me if I can trust him at all. “Well, I don’t know. I’d have to talk with some other ones first.

“Yes, I can actually. Not many believe me which is why I try to keep your maid quiet.”

“No-no don’t ask me to do that. I told you this once before. I’ll try to call her aunt. That should be enough.”

”Are you kidding? He’s up to something. And anyways, what’s up with you and that family?”

“If you didn’t keep your parents and sister such a secret, if you talked about them, maybe you wouldn’t grieve as hard now.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Lisa asked, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of or to hide,

"Well, if you could take off your eyes of my fiancé I am willed to tell," she smirks. " Actually there is not a lot to tell. We grew up together, it´s simple as that. My father died before I

Easton helped Tegan into her seat and took his across the table from Beorn. “So, none of them have magic?” He ran his hand through his hair, thankful they didn’t. He hated even thinking about that life that was starting to feel like a lifetime ago.

"In any case, anybody with aphantasia is misguided the scale. Thus, in wide terms, the vast majority without aphantasia can imagine distinctively. Be that as it may, any individual who has it can't."