Served only on ceremonial occasions, these translucent spheres of whale-milk and seaweed essence are suspended within crystalline shells. Each glows faintly with bioluminescent kelp extract, shimmering like captured starlight. The flickering candles beside them burn only because of the great mythal of Nyelath’s Grace, which conjures pockets of air deep beneath the waves. To surface-dwellers, they appear impossibly otherworldly — to the sea elves, they are a proud symbol of tradition and innovation entwined.