Ysolde Marblebourne
the Loch-Gilded Countess
Named for the pale marble of a drowned chapel and the spring that runs beneath it, where your reflection first looked back at you with different eyes.
Power
You draw the damp from the air into a silver mist that follows your mood — when calm it hides you, when wrathful it clings to lungs like cold fingers, but it drains you of warmth and you must feed the same day or shake with fever.
- Familiar
- A mute water shrew named Dreg
- Bloodline
- House Abysspool
You were opening the old cistern in the courtyard that morning, the one your grandmother said was bottomless. The water did not splash when you dropped the stone; it swallowed the sound. You leaned in to see — and the surface rose to meet you, cold as a vow, and you have never been dry since.