Zara Paleholt
the Salt-Singer Countess
Named for the sun-bleached driftwood that washes ashore in the cove where the sea meets the forest, forever pale from the salt.
You can call the tide to rise in any basin of standing water, no matter how far inland, but each use leaves your skin crusted with salt crystals that catch the light and betray you to those who know what to look for.
- Familiar
- A cormorant named Glimmer
- Bloodline
- House Saltfoam
You kept a jar of seawater on the windowsill, and you remember the day you woke to find it had grown a moon inside. It was not the first time the land tried to return to the sea. Your family's estate sat on a cliff that had been crumbling for centuries, each storm claiming another room. One night, you felt the salt wind in your lungs as if for the first time, and you understood the tide was not pulling away – it was pulling you.