Ravenna Vermilhollow
the Salt-Spire Countess
Named for the red-hollowed cliff where the sea salt crystallizes into pillars that glow at dusk.
Power
Salt-veil — you pull the brine from the air into a blinding, stinging curtain, but each use leaves your tongue cracked and your throat raw for a moon.
- Familiar
- a salt-marsh terrapin named Flint
- Bloodline
- House Saltgrave
You will not drink sweet water — it tastes like the life you lost. Instead you sip only brine, and your voice has gone hoarse from the weight of sodium. The first time you drowned was not in the sea but in a glass of rain; you spat it out and never looked back.