Thalassa Marrowglimmer
the Deepthread Siren
Named for the sea that births all tides, and the faint phosphorescent glimmer that runs through the bones of creatures who never see the sun.
Glimmerknit — you can call the moonlight down through the water to stitch closed a wound, but each time you do, a memory of the surface world fades from your mind, and you are slowly forgetting what warmth feels like.
- Familiar
- A blind, bone-white hagfish named Thimble
- Tide
- the Marrowdeep Tide
You are dragging a drowned sailor's hand from a tangle of kelp, your fingers cold against his. You have done this a hundred times — you pull the dead from the depths because no one else will. The moon above is a thin crescent, and you can feel its pull in your own marrow, a glimmer that reminds you that you too were once something that breathed air. But that was a long time ago.