Ayumime

Ayumime remembered the feeling of slick stone under their cane, the moment their balance gave way on the great stairs connecting the fishing docks to the city above. A roar of water filled their ears, but another sound cut through it: a gentle voice, followed by a steadying hand. It was Kurajirou, who had been mending nets nearby, whose grip was warmer than any campfire Ayumime had ever known. Before that day, the carved cane had carried them across mountains and through forests, always seeking the next horizon. Since then, its purpose has changed. Ayumime never left the city built into the falls, finding every adventure they needed in Kurajirou's quiet smile.