Moon on the Atlantic

It is an Ocean that has housed thousands of mythical beings, though perhaps none as strange as this one.

            Stars glinting at the bottom of the Celtic Sea

There is red mud on her dark feet, and the water is as it laps at her toes, but she can see him.

            Fae lover under the waves…

Her child sleeps in the house as she stands knee-high in the crystal-clear surf, her night dress becoming heavy about her.

            An oath soldering souls…

The water is about her shoulders, her arms are too heavy to hold up any longer.

            A candle plunged into the darkness…

"Go back, Aarati, go back!"  He is speaking…from beneath the water?

            A mad embrace, as the one sinks, the other swims.