Naida Rippledrift
the Shoregrave Siren
Named for the shallow tide-pools where sharp edges hide, and the shell-broken hands that sift what the sea gives back.
Power
Shellwrack — you can call broken shells from the seabed to form a spinning wall that cuts anything that tries to pass, but each use leaves a new scar on your palms.
- Familiar
- a skeleton shrimp named Splinter
- Tide
- the Rippledrift Bank
You are on your knees in the tidal mud, scrabbling for a brass button you saw glint under the half-moon. Your fingers prickle with the sea's leftover electricity. The button belongs to a drowned trader whose ribs you keep in a cove, arranged like a fan. You don't know why you collect what washes in — only that the shore trusts you with its dead.