So, a sea-glass bottle.
He examined It again, turning it in his hands, rubbing
his fingers over the curves. It looked shapeless, but, as with the galleonfee
cloth, his hands detected a shape his eyes didn’t see.
It’s a horse!
The mane was wavy in both senses, the forelegs were
fused, and the hindlegs folded as if the animal was diving, seal-like, in the
ocean.
Not a horse. It’s a
kelpie!
He laughed, pleased with his discovery.
Kelpies were braeside fables, said to inhabit lochs
and deep bays.
They didn’t exist, unless they were extreme examples
of mutable fay. Someone had fashioned this one though, and it had ended up in
the ocean.
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