Furuyo

The fishers down by the lower falls of Waterfall City will tell you that Furuyo drinks from the river not out of thirst, but to absorb its spirit. They see a radiant, smiling figure who seems to shimmer with the perpetual mist, a blessing on their city. But they never get close. Furuyo is impossibly shy, always turning away with a blush if approached, their grin a nervous habit rather than a sign of confidence. The truth is something far more delicate. Their angelic form is not permanent; it is a state of being tied directly to the purest water. The constant drizzle that follows them is not a gift, but a desperate measure. It is a race against evaporation, a constant battle to keep their light from fading. No one knows what they were before finding this place, or what would happen if they ever had to leave the falls. Furuyo just keeps smiling, and keeps drinking.