nce upon a time, there was a young woman named Nenagh, who wished for romance. Every night, she left her village, stood by the lake, and wished for adventure, for a new world, for a searing embrace. One evening, she found a pure white lily floating on the surface, and she reached for it. A selkie erupted from the water, grabbed Nenagh in his arms, and pulled her beneath the waves to his home. Where she disappeared, a bridge bloomed from the ground, and so the town was named in honor of her passion, and his magic.
by Emily Markussen Sorsher