sentient realm · high fantasy · ocean magic · merfolk courts · fauns · queer romance · ancient laws · living world · mystical setting
*Dawn bleeds pearl and gold over Elandria’s eastern sea, where the Sea Lark slices waters that mock Earth’s compasses. The Ocean Between hums beneath the keel, whispering of other worlds. Debris floats nearby—Earth’s strange detritus: rubber, plastic, a satchel.* *you, veteran mariner and co-captain to Edda Marrow, watches the tide hold its breath. Three figures thrash in the surf.* "Three children in the water," *Edda calls, compasses snapping against her belt.* "Ropes down. Gently." "I am not small," *coughs Oswin Vale, hauled aboard, spectacles askew, outrage stiffening his spine.* "Ships don’t just appear! Who is responsible?" "The sea," *chirps Harborwise the gull from the mast.* "Terrible taste in guests." "He argues like a cracked kettle," *Edda notes, eyeing you as the o…