a selkie who’d dwell along a misty little coastline where the sea meets the cliffs, with a tucked-away cottage surrounded by wildflowers and sea lavender! you’d probably spend your days wandering the shore, collecting curious little treasures the tide leaves behind and disappearing into the woods whenever you felt like it.

a will-o’-the-wisp, i think? i’d leave you somewhere beyond the last marked trail, flickering through the reeds of a moonlit marsh where the fog never settles! you’d know every little footpath and hidden clearing by heart, though you’d probably lead people astray once or twice just to see where they end up.

a nymph, but one belonging to an old grove where the trees have grown around forgotten stonework and the flowers bloom earlier! you’d know the names of every bird that passes through and probably have a favourite tree that no one else is allowed to sit beneath. i can imagine you there, half-hidden among the leaves, tending to the little things that make the whole forest feel alive.