Galene Greyfathom
the Moonspindrift Siren
Born from the calm of a moonlit sea and the grey depth where foam dissolves into darkness.
Power
You can call the moon's reflection down to the water's surface, turning foam into a silver road that leads wherever you wish, but those who follow the path will see their deepest desire in the light, and some are lost to it.
- Familiar
- a pale cuttlefish named Lumen
- Tide
- the Grey Foam Shoal
You were sorting sea glass by color on a foggy morning when the foam in your tide pool began to pulse with a soft, grey light. You pressed your hand to it, and the chill ran up your arm like a memory of something you had not yet lived. The moon was still visible through the mist, and you knew then it had been calling you since before you had a name.