Zdenka Shroudmark
the Salt-Thread Countess
Named for the mark a drowned girl left on her winding sheet, and for the act of making that mark into a name.
Power
You can speak the language of tide pools — the small, hidden conversations between barnacles and forgotten shells — but each word costs a memory of dry land.
- Familiar
- a fiddler crab named Buttonhook
- Bloodline
- House of the Salt-Laugh
The beach at Elsinore asked for a piece of your voice, and you gave it your laughter. You stood at the tide line as the waves took it, and have not truly laughed since — only smiled with salt on your teeth. That was the first tongue you lost to the sea.