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Brigid awoke in the woods near her house.

It wasn't the first time she'd done so, not here and not at home. Being so connected to the Earth meant that often she'd hike in the outdoors and sometimes rest herself against a tree and fall into a nap, or even full sleep.

This was, though, the first time she'd awakened at the sun's rise, naked as the day she was born, with no knowledge of how she'd gotten there.

"Right then. Somethin's more than a little off with ye, lass," she told herself even though there was no one around to hear her but the trees.

There was something else off, or maybe on was a better word for it. She felt rested, truly rested, for the first time in weeks. As she sat, then stood up and stretched, Brigid did a little self-inventory and smiled. Gone was the nagging fatigue, the fuzziness in her mind. Instead, there was a feeling of being able to take on anything that came her way.

She laughed and dashed for the water for a quick ocean swim as the sun cleared the horizon. She'd revel in the water a bit, change, then head in to the shop. Her fingers nearly itched to get to her clay, to see what it would tell her to create today.

Find Brigid either running/swimming naked near her house, or later at her shop bent over her wheel

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"I can't say I'm mindin it much m'self," Brigid commented as she moved further out towards him, keeping herself buoyant with the water's help thanks to her whispered words to direct it. And because she was just a little perverse, she kept the sea churning around her to obscure her own form under the surface.

"Most would find it a bit too cold for swimmin this time of year."

Robert could tell that she was doing something to the water and the siren part of him hated that she was manipulating the ocean but he pushed that aside. She wasn't hurting anything other than his desire to see her naked.

"Where did you come from? I don't see a towel anywhere on the beach."

"I live here, just beyond the trees there," Brigid replied, pointing to her little house, the front porch of which just visible through the treeline beyond the rock and sand shore, not caring that it left part of her breast exposed while she did it. "I woke up naked in th'forest and felt so refreshed, a swim seemed th'perfect way t'celebrate th'feelin before I headed in t'the shop t'work."

She arched a brow at him again. "As I'm sure I'm th'only one livin out here, I'd ask ye the same about how ye got here."

Robert enjoyed the view as Brigid pointed, not of her house but her. It was only a bit but like the rest of her, it was beautiful. He also found it rather interesting just how casual she seemed to take waking up, naked in the forest.

"Go out and about in the woods naked often, do you?" He asked with a smile. "And I woke up naked in my own bed but decided to go for a long swim."

"I"d say this qualifies as a long one."

Brigid frowned, just a little, as she thought about it. "I often walk naked in th'forest. Ye Yanks are a bit more conscious of it than most and th'animals certainly don't mind it, but I didn't do it intentionally this time. I went t'sleep in m'bed and woke in th'forest. As I finally slept soundly after weeks of trouble, maybe I needed th'connection. I'm not terribly worried about it."

"And I can't even admit that I knew the view would be worth it. And I don't imagine anyone would mind if you walked through the forest naked."

Which wasn't entirely true, because this was New England and people had a certain sense of propriety in these parts. Those types of people were absolutely no fun though.

"If they have, they've certainly not made mention if it b'fore now," Brigid grinned back. "And I can't say I'd give it much mind if they did. Yanks are a bit too odd about th'human body fer my taste, actin like it's somethin t'be hidden away rather than celebrated."

She eyed what she could see of his chest, a very impressive chest at that, and grinned. "Definitely celebrated."

"I've never been overly concerned with modesty," Robert admitted. As a siren, he often found himself naked or scaled in the water and it felt completely natural to him.

"And what sort of celebration did you have in mind?"

"Probably not the one yer thinkin of, Jack," Brigid laughed lightly as she directed the current to take her towards shore. "But I've coffee and oat cakes if yer after a bit of breakfast before swimmin back home again. I'm not much for cookin, but I've managed t'do m'mam proud on the cakes."

Once her feet touched the sand beneath ocean, she started walking and shed the water as she did so, returning it to it's home from her body and hair until she stood on the shore, completely dry. Okay, so, she was showing off just a little, but Jack was a powerful man in many ways. Something told him that letting him know she had power of her own wouldn't be a bad idea.

Jack watched her walk out of the ocean, enjoying the view. There was no missing the magic that shed the water off of her, no matter how distracting the sight of her naked body was. She had an absolutely fantastic ass so the sight was very distracting.

Diving under the water his siren form rippled over him, scales flowing over his body. When he rose out of the water he left them on for a moment as he walked up the beach, considering it only fair that she saw what he was. A moment later, the dark grey, metallic looking scales rippled away from his body, leaving just his skin behind.

"Well, I suppose a celebration with oat cakes isn't a complete disappointment."

Just as he'd enjoyed his view, she enjoyed hers as well, raising only a single eyebrow at the scales covering him before he shed them away just as she had the water, salt and sand. Damn, but he was an impressive figure, scales or no.

"You'd be a siren then," she said easily, indicating the direction of her house and walking at a slow pace towards it.

"I would be. Not exactly as exotic around these parts as it might be in other places," he said, moving next to her, every bit as comfortable in his nudity as she was in hers. Although to be honest he hoped that she had at least a towel for him to wear once they were eating. He ate breakfast naked on occasion, but that was usually in bed after a night of sex.

Brigid pushed open the door to her small house and gestured him inside. She nipped into the bath for a large towel and handed it to him. "I thought ye might need this. Unless ye'd rather I send the water and salt back t'the sea m'self?" She grinned as she asked it before heading to the kitchen to prepare the coffee and cakes she'd promised him. "I've only met one or two sirens since coming here, and it never ceases t'amaze me t'watch others take different form at will."

"I suppose I'll use the towel, I don't need to make my attraction anymore obvious," he said, stepping just outside the doorway to towel himself off before wrapping it around his waist and stepping inside.

"You're welcome to watch it as often as you'd like, I've never been shy about performing. Also, I wouldn't mind feeling your magic against me."

Brigid only smiled at his comment about making his interest known and didn't look again, though it was tempting. She'd been gifted her magic by the goddess, but Jack had been more than a bit blessed as well. She had a moment to wonder if all sirens were similar, but she'd think about that later.

"I've had m'fill of a view fer now, and quite an impressive one at that," she offered, preparing the kettle and cakes, considering. "Ye know, I dunno that ye'd be able t'feel m'magic. It's not about spells and potions as some here use. It's more a discussion with the elements an askin them to do as I bid."

"You're welcome to have more of a fill later," he added with a laugh. Even if nothing happened, flirting with Brigid was certainly a lot of fun. Plus, there had been the lovely view of her swimming was an excellent bonus.

"I could feel it when you did something to the ocean, but that might have just been being so receptive as a siren."

"Could be at that," Brigid commented, considering, "if ye have a connection with th'element I'm workin with. I've never known sirens since comin here, never known witches either, come t'that. M'family's descended from the gods and goddesses of old and that's where our gifts come from. I never imagined there were others, I certainly never met any in Ireland."

She paused after pouring him a cup from the kettle and looked up at him through her eyelashes, feeling more than a bit revved at the mental image his flirty comment had shown her. "Ye have a way with words then, haven't ye, Jack?"

"Most people I'd call crazy if they told me they were descended from a goddess. But you're not most people, are you?" he asked. There was certainly something about her, although that could just be his libido talking.

"I have a way with a lot of things. Have you ever had a siren use their abilities on you?"

"Aye, I'm not. I'm also not one t'give much of a bleedin fuck if others b'lieve me or think me mad for what I know t'be true," Brigid commented with an easy smile. "That might be part of it. I'm not tryin t'convince anyone, simply statin what is."

She poured her own tea, sipped at it. "No, or not so as I'd recognize it if they have. I've heard Bailey sing, and the happiness it can make me feel, but apart from that, I don't believe I have." There was a memory there, of Bailey telling her about what he could do with his powers. As she wasn't powerless herself, she wasn't worried overmuch about Jack. "Are ye thinkin of givin me a demonstration?"

"I like people who don't give a fuck," Robert told her, more attracted to her than ever. He wasn't necessarily one for being "just who he was" but there was something attractive about people who were fine with being who they are, you had to take them and leave them.

"Just a small demonstration. I wouldn't try to alter your mind, just manipulate some of your senses."

"Ah, but there are many things I do give a fuck about," she countered, sipping, "but what others think about me doesn't make the list."

Brigid contemplated him with a long look as she considered. She pulled at the breeze while she did so, watching the curtain's flutter with it. "As long as I keep m'wits about me, I'm fine with a bit of experimentin."

"What would you say are some of the things you do care about?"

One of the wonderful things about having rather flexible morals is that when you knew what other people thought were important, you could care more or less about them depending. He could imagine she would care deeply about the environment and while he didn't care much about it, he wouldn't say as much.

"You'll keep your wits, I promise."

He let his power was over her, thrumming up her body in pleasure. It wasn't orgasmic, not quite, more like the sensation of being held comfortably mixed with sexual pleasure. I rolled up her, from her toes to her head, leaving a pleasant tingle behind.

"That's th'puzzle, innit? Figurin what makes others tick and twitch? Th' fun part is findin out without bein handed a road map from th'off," Brigid replied easily as she set down her mug and prepared for whatever sensation his magic might cause.

She was prepared to either feel nothing or feel the panicked, trapped feeling she'd once endured in a Dublin alley, but nothing of either sort happened. Instead, it was as if she'd dipped into a warm, fragrant bath but with a hint of desire mingled into the mix. All things considered, it was a very pleasant feeling indeed. "I take it that's a power ye use often? T'the delight, I'm sure, of whomever's warmin yer sheets?"

"Well, I know you like hiking and swimming in the nude. I'm also guessing... dentL care is a hobby of yours. With that smile, dental care is definitely something you're passionate about," he joked. She had a sort of natural, easy beauty about herself that couldn't be imitated with any sort of routine. Maybe it came from being a goddess.

"It has it's uses. I can stave off release or give it almost on command. It makes dinner dates a lot of fun."

"Hmm, that's close, but not quite," Brigid smiled with a cheeky little twinkle in her eye, "but I do have a care about keepin m'teeth in m'head and not yanked out by a dentist. On that note yer spot on."

She called in a breeze off the water to soothe skin still heated after his demonstration, then laughed at the idea. "I was about t'say ye'd never do that to a dinner companion, but somethin about th'glint in yer eyes tells me ye have, and will again. Dunno whether t'envy or pity yer dinner mates."