Ilyndra Tsaelur

Ilyndra Tsaelur wears a school of coral-bright clasps across her collarbone and keeps a salt-stiff wand in a shell holster at her hip. Blue-green triton skin mottles when she casts; her webbed fingers flick through gestures without wasting a breath. She speaks in tidy, practical commands, then stands knee-deep in rainwater to “test” spells, listening for how they ring.