Glaucia Rippledrift
the Tidesilver Siren
Named for the grey-blue of a storm moon's light on the water, and the drifting path of a wave that returns to the deep without ever truly leaving.
Moonweave — you can stitch the moon's reflection into a rope of silver light that pulls the tide and those who stand in it, but each use leaves a thin crack in your voice, and soon you will have nothing left to sing but silence.
- Familiar
- A cormorant named Cinder
- Tide
- the Silver Drift
You keep a shard of moonstone that glows only when the moon is hidden, and you carry it because it reminds you that even in darkness the light is still there, waiting. You were not born to the foam; you rose from a shipwreck where the moon's reflection shattered and you pieced yourself together from its fragments. The waves taught you to rule them, not by force, but by the patience of the tide.