Coralie Silvercurrent
the Coralwisp Siren
Named for the pale coral that grows in moonlit shallows and the quicksilver run of a tide that turns without warning.
Foamsong — you can stir the sea into a lather of blinding white foam that hides the surface from above, but the foam is filled with air and sound, and in your wake the water is thin and you cannot draw a deep breath for hours.
- Familiar
- A translucent comb jelly named Loom
- Tide
- the Silverwrack Current
People say you are the foam itself, that you were spun from the wreck of a wave and the last note of a drowned bell. A fisherman once swore he saw you combing your hair with a sea-worn piece of glass, and that each strand turned to silver as you let it fall. You have never corrected them, not because it is true, but because the truth is quieter—you are what the tide leaves behind when it has taken everything else.