Nayume

Should a traveler ask Nayume about the powerful magical stone Sensei guards, they would get not a lecture, but a disarming smile and an offered choc stick. They once knew nothing else. Their life was the cold mountain air, the smell of old scrolls, and the singular duty of a guardian-in-training. Nayume was Sensei's finest pupil, their mind a fortress of ancient lore. But their final lesson was to leave. They arrived in the city built over a roaring waterfall feeling like a forgotten word. By the bustling plaza and stone stairways, they learned a new language: the chatter of fishers, the kindness of strangers. The beret was a gift. The choc stick, a daily discovery of simple joy. They are still a scholar, but their library is now the world.