Let the only sound be the overflow. {Open}

[warmeryouth]

Bailey loves Siren Cove mostly for the access to the water. He doesn't have to try nearly as hard to hide his clothes on the beach or maneuver in between people to change into his siren form, that of a seal. He can jump right in the water and lose himself to the tides, frolicking around and avoiding potential predators. He particularly enjoys jumping over the waves, rolling around and letting his belly flop onto the water. In these moments, the ones where he doesn't have to think, he finds the kind of freedom he could only dream about in New York. Here, there is no pack to belong to; he can keep to himself and immerse himself in his powers without anyone knowing the better. A potentially dangerous situation, but that only really adds to the thrill of it, for Bailey.

It's pretty early in the morning when he begins his swim today; he spends about two hours in the water, losing himself to his seal form. When he finally crawls onto the shore, the crisp air makes him think it's around seven in the morning, the latest he can ever sleep when he allows himself to sleep in.

He glances around quickly, to make sure he's alone on his section of the beach, before changing back to his very naked human self. He jogs over to beneath the pier, where he's hidden his clothes. He changes into everything but his shirt when he feels the weight of another's gaze upon him.

"Oh, damn, I'm sorry," he begins to explain as he turns around. "I didn't think anyone else would be around this time of day."

[OOC: Feel free to have witnessed Bailey transform into/back from his seal form, to have watched him swim for two hours, or to just catch him half-naked under the docks. And yes, this icon is very necessary. ;)]

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[warmeryouth]

"I'm glad it can help provide comfort, even so far from home," he tells her with a smile, trying not to think of how lovely she looks against the backdrop of the beach. She looks like she is herself a part of nature, even in her cargo pants. He can't help but find the smudges of clay across her outfit endearing.

"I'll have to come by and check out your store some time," he says. "I'd love to have some decorations for my classroom."

[brigid_moran]

"I'd be happy t'show ye about if ye can find the time," Brigid nodded, "and don't go runnin off if I'm at the wheel when ye do. I'm not fussed about bein disturbed when I'm workin and can blather about the things I've got on m'shelves just fine while I'm at it. Classroom, is it?" She continued after a pause. "You're a teacher, then?"

[warmeryouth]

"I would never run off," he promises her with another smile. He's never seen anyone work with clay up close, and he gets the feeling Brigid especially loves what she does. He can only imagine what that kind of passion looks like up close. "I am," he says. "You're looking at Siren Cove Middle School's newest music teacher."

[brigid_moran]

"Good. Then I'll hope t'see ye sometime soon then. I can even show ye a bit of what I do, if ye'd like," Brigid replied and knew colour had crept into her face again, but maybe it wasn't obvious from the colour already there due to the wind off the water and her walk.

"Middle school?" she asked, trying to equate that to her own education and not coming up with a match, age-wise. "What ages does middle school cover?"

[warmeryouth]

"I'd be honored if you would show me," he tells her, his own face flushing in response to the color on hers. He could listen to her speak for hours, he thinks, and not just because of her accent. She has a way of speaking, like the sound of the water against the shore, that is most soothing.

"Here, I believe it is ages 11 to 14," he says.

[brigid_moran]

It was comforting to know she wasn't the only one colouring, and it made her smile a little wider. "A difficult age, that. Just on th'edge of still learnin and knowin everything. Or, at least, that's what I thought when I was that age. It wasn't until I'd grown a bit more I realised how little I did know. Harsh lesson, that," Brigid said in a voice that was almost stern, but she said it with a teasing wink.

"And I'd be happy t'give ye a demonstration anytime. I'm forever blathering about clay and wheel. Ye may end up bein sorry ye asked."

[warmeryouth]

"Yes, I remember I wasn't exactly what one would call 'easy' at that stage of life," he grins, delighting in the fact that they're both red, talking together in the early morning light. "I'm looking forward to the challenge."

"I doubt that," he tells her with a grin.

[brigid_moran]

That smile did nothing to quell the heat in her cheeks, but she found she didn't mind in the slightest. It was a nice feeling; a little fluttery, a little warm, and altogether pleasant.

"Excitement about a challenge is half the battle, I'm thinkin. If ye were goin in with dread, I'd think ye'd not fare nearly so well. Bein ready t'tackle it gives ye the right attiude goin in. I'm sure ye'll give them music they'll remember for years past yer time with them."

[warmeryouth]

"That's how I try to look at it," he agrees with a nod. "Especially with this age group. I hope I can help them find some music that means something to them, at least."

[brigid_moran]

"Is this yer first time teachin, or are ye just new here t'Siren Cove?" Brigid asked, "either way, I'm thinkin the students here are lucky t'have ye."

[warmeryouth]

"Both," he admits with another, sheepish grin. "I've only just got my licence and the whole works. I'm excited. And thank you, that means a lot."

[brigid_moran]

"Yer very welcome." Brigid looked back at the town, the edges of it visible from the sand they stood on before turning back to Bailey. "It's a nice enough place, but a bit odd at times, innit?"

[warmeryouth]

"I think so," he agrees, following her gaze back to town. "But I think its also part of the charm, don't you?"

[brigid_moran]

"Aye, it is," Brigid agreed. "I'm not sure what I was expectin from America, but this wasn't quite it. Happily so."