Hello Mrs Anonymous. Thank you for taking the time to learn a little about my children. Below you will find some a quick overview of my children. This will hopefully give you a glimpse at their personality’s and character.
Raised in the flooded bell-towers of Old Corth, Maren learned to read tide patterns before she learned to read words. Her mother kept a lighthouse on a tower that no longer breaks the surface.
She charts the drowned city grid by candlelight and barometric pressure, selling her routes to salvagers who'd otherwise drown chasing rumor instead of measurement.
She never goes below deck. Ten years ago, a chart she drew sent a diving crew into a collapsing vault. Only two of them came back up.
Kestrel is the only diver left who still trusts her lines. Everyone else in the barges thinks she draws maps to graves.
Her tide charts have started disagreeing with the sky. Something under Ferrowake is shifting, and her maps are running out of certainty.
Grew up on the salvage barges beneath the old shipping lanes — first dive at seven, first solo salvage at twelve. Never learned to read a chart. Learned to read the water instead.
Moves cargo, secrets, and the occasional fugitive through the flooded undercity — working the routes no chart admits exist.
Lost a partner to a chart that promised open water and delivered a collapsed stairwell. Doesn't trust maps. Trusts Maren, which annoys them both.
The two argue constantly and dive together anyway. Kestrel is the only one who follows Maren's routes without asking why.
The deep currents are pulling wrong, and cargo that should float is starting to sink. Kestrel is running out of routes that still make sense.
Two children, alike in blood diverse by nature Thanks for taking this opertunty to learn about Jax and Remington. If your have any questions or comments. Please consult Kyle.