Vasilisa Hollowshroud
the Brine-Kissed Countess
Named for the salt flats that border the Hollowshroud estate and the veil of tears that never entirely dried from her mother's eyes.
Saltcry — you can draw the salt from any body of water within a mile, crystallizing it into shapes that hold the memory of the last sorrow touched by that water; the salt dissolves once the memory is spoken aloud, and you cannot use it again until you shed a genuine tear.
- Familiar
- A marten with a salt-crusted coat named Serein
- Bloodline
- House Hollowshroud
You were carrying a sack of salt from the market when the rain began — not ordinary rain, but a fine, bitter drizzle that tasted of old iron and forgotten grief. You laughed as the salt dissolved in your hands, and then you watched the puddles rise into a shape that looked like your reflection, but older, wearier. The Hollowshroud in you had woken.