Indira Crosne

Early one balmy summer morning, Indira Crosne, was awakened by the sound of shouting on the beach. Rising from her bed in a hidden grotto tucked away along the island’s inland lagoon the Triton druid rushed to the beach to find a most unexpected sight.

Three human men were hauling in a battered longboat from the heavy surf. Inside the boat was another figure, writhing in pain. It was clear that the boat had suffered somewhat on the sharp rocks that jutted from the sandbar along this part of the beach.

“Persana take these fools” thought Indira, “If they’d only come in from the western coast they’d have made it to shore just fine, of course the shore there is all tide pools and craggy outcroppings, but the sharp rocks aren’t hidden like they are here. It would have been much simpler to navigate. Of course, they’d have disturbed the urchin beds with their…”

That’s when she realized one of the men was pointing at her and calling out.

“…mean you no harm, miss. Only we could use a bit o’ help. Me mate’s hurt real bad. Can you understand me? We don’t mean no harm…”

Indira was startled. It had been so long since she’d interacted with anyone, it didn’t even occur to her that she might have to speak. The man was a swarthy human, older, with a kind face, and a rough graying beard. He approached slowly with his hands out, palms up.

"What was he saying?" Indira wondered to herself. 

She barely remembered learning common in school. Reefmother Iremé had insisted that a Reefmother must be able to speak for her people, no matter who she was speaking to.

The thought of the Reefmother made Indira pause, and suddenly she decided to help these men. "I am Indira, I am a healer. I will help." She managed in her rusty common.

She'd intended see to their wounds and send them on their way. Of course, it didn’t work out so simply. The boy in the boat had lost a leg to what, looked like a shark attack. With her magic, Indira was able to heal the wound, but the limb was gone. The men described a perplexing attack on their vessel which they had escaped in the longboat, making for the small island only a mile or so away. However, none of them knew the fate of the other men on their ship, or how many might be injured.

Indira gathered her meager belongings in a simple basket she'd made from woven seaweed, and pausing before she left the grotto she squeezed her staff tightly, the Vuvin-ça, a totemic symbol of her entire druidic lineage. After a moment she took a deep breath and took off back down the path to the beach. The fishermen repaired their longboat with rough hewn planks from the nearby trees, and then Indira left her island home for the first time in nearly 10 years. As she stepped into the longboat she knew she would never return. Somewhere, deep in her heart she also knew that the Reefmother would be smiling up at her from the watery depths.

After all, a healer's skill is of no use hidden away forever.

Indira Crosne is the Ship's Surgeon aboard the The Twilight Shepherd. She is a tall Triton woman with teal and green scales and mauve colored fins. Indira is quiet and compassionate and puts the safety of others before her own. She is close to nature and will often shapeshift into various beasts. She wields an intricately carved coral staff both in battle and when using her healing magic. Indira is respected by the crew though she isn't particularly close to any of them, with the exception of Bethany Stormdrawn the gloomy young girl who often assists her in her medical bay.