Brains vrs. Hearts

Disclaimer:  It makes sense to me.

"You have no brains do you?"  the Selkie muttered, watching the old fairy pushing his rowboat into the water.  He should have known the sirens would be waiting for him.  The young seal woman stroked her long black hair and watched in pity as the fairy fell pray to the sirens song, so entranced that when his boat splintered he did not even attempt to fly free of the clutches of the ocean.  Feeling faintly ill she dove under the waves to escape the laughter of the creatures on the rocks. 

"Nobody ever learns."  Three days later the Selkie was back at the same rocky shoreline, watching as yet another man fell pray to the Sirens, this one a faun barely out of his adolescent years.  Again the Selkie shook her head and ducked it under water to avoid the laughter, slipping back into her sealskin to swim away. 

Three months she repeated this pattern, always watching, always wondering what was wrong with the brains of those who fell pray to the Sirens call.  The humans, the elves, all that came by.  Then the day came that an old mage rowed out toward the Sirens.  The Selkie watched, pity frozen on her features, when to her shock the man did not wreck his boat but sat in it, speaking to the Sirens.  Curious in spite of herself the Selkie slid into her sealskin and swam over to them.

"That is her."  One of the Sirens exclaimed as she poked her head out of the water.  "So much potential but she only watches."

Confused the Selkie began to shed her skin, pulling herself onto a lower rock.  "What are you talking about?"  She wondered, fascinated by the sight of the Sirens.  They seemed more like fairies now that she was closer.

The mage shook his head.  "You have no heart do you?"  the mage asked, pity in his voice as he lifted his voice in a counterpoint to the Sirens song.

The Selkie made no response.  She couldn't.  The Mage carefully leaned back into his boat and watched as fully half of the Sirens dropped their glamours to reveal the men that had gone missing over the last three and a half months.

None spoke as boats were summoned from the depths of the sea, and all carefully avoided looking directly at the form of the Selkie girl, encased forever in granite, half slipped from her seal skin as a single tear slid down her cheek.