As she crested the dunes, Shelleah felt the siren song's beckon. No matter how much she treasured her occasional dalliances amongst the Landwalkers, her rightful place would always be beneath the chill waters of the sea.
She frolicked in the sensual blue-green caress of the surf, subsumed by euphoric sensory overload. The crashing of the waves upon the cliffs, the salt-tang scent and, even, taste of the morning air, these mingled with an infinite number of other elations beyond description.
With a moaning sigh, she discarded her human form like a flawed garment and answered the irresistible call of home.