Her true nature, part 2 (not ready yet)

This is part two of the story that started as a challenge. I wrote part one in January 2015.

Here is the link in case you want to read it (again).

http://abyssriotact.blogspot.nl/2015/01/challenge-my-true-nature.html

~"Oh please father let me go to him. Look at him! His sorrow is likely to kill him.

Why can't I go? It's not fair that my brother can be with him and I cannot. My brother is looking after him - yes I know- but please, father. It is killing me too." Begged the kelpie.

~"Your brother did not give himself the way you did," said her father firm.

"You knew what would happen."

The ethereal young man was wondering why the beautiful horse always left at a certain time. One moment they were playing at the beach, like she used to do - with a smile he remembered the frail woman frolicking through the waves, surprizing the horse, her sparkling laughter and the high pitched neigh of the stallion- and the next moment it would gallop away. Into the surf, and then he would be gone.

The first time the steed did that he was worried, but the following day it would be waiting for him. Watching over the waters, comforting him, offering his strong neck and mane for him to lean on...and weep.

Where did she go? Where? Why?

It was driving him mad.

His friends worried for his sanity. They listened to the story of the young woman that broke his heart, but they never believed him: How she had vanished - sobbing he would tell them that she had vanished into the sea, like foam, dissolved.

He's drunk. They would say, and that was true. He drank too much, and then he would stumble back to the shore, wait for his four-legged friend and look out for her.

The sea creature looked stern when he spoke to his daughter.

~"There is only one way for you to regain your human form. And you know perfectly well what that is. You scorned your true nature, and for what? Lust? Love? For a human!"

~"He's not; I know he's not!" The kelpie cried out.

"You know what grandmother said! She knows! She knows!"

~"All right." The father sighed. "I will give you another chance. Do what you have to do. Act according to our ways.

And if he survives; he's not...human."

With a heavy heart the young woman waded through the surf towards the shore. Her father's voice echoed in the back of her head; do what you have to do.
She was scared.

But she was exited also. She pushed away her father's warning. Now she was back in her human form and she would see him again. The beautiful young man she had been craving.
Her long hair floated on the surface around her. Like kelp made out of silk. She only wore a tee, too large for her so it was almost like a dress. It clung to her body when she left the water. Each step in the sand she cherished. Oh land. Oh warmth. Oh earth.

The moon helped her find her lover. He was lying against a dune. A bottle of gin in his hands. His head leaning backwards in the beach grass. His mouth open, a bit of drool on his chin. He had obviously passed out. She kneeled beside him. Tenderly stroked an unruly lock of hair out of his face. She gasped when he softly moaned and closed his mouth. Despite the state he was in he was so beautiful.

With one finger she traced the shape of his lips. His brow. The serious furrow above the bridge of his nose.

She took his head and slowly placed it into her lap to make him more comfortable. Stroking his chest, his shoulders, his bare arms, his long hair that looked golden in the pale light of the moon.

Hardly audible she began to sing.

A mist from the sea announced daybreak. Gulls made themselves audible. The horse quietly approached. He whinnied and happily tossed his head when he discovered the young woman watching over his human friend.

~"Hello brother," the kelpie said. "I'm back."