Glaucia Driftcrest
the Fumarole Siren
Named for the blue-green shimmer of her scales over a heart of deep-sea fire, and the ridge of a dormant volcano that marks her birthplace.
Power
Thermallure — you can summon a column of superheated water from the seafloor, but every eruption costs you a piece of your voice; the quiet you are left with is a kind of peace you did not ask for.
- Familiar
- A scorched eel named Cinder
- Tide
- the Fumarole Tide
People say you are a wreck waiting to happen. They say your hair smells of sulfur and that the fish avoid you. You have never told them that the reason you drift toward the vents is not for warmth — it is because the heat is the only thing that stills the cold thing inside you that remembers a surface it cannot reach.