Niwaka

Every morning, Niwaka runs their fingers through their long white hair, a ritual to remember the exact moment it lost its color. They came to The Dragon Wastelands as Seihachirou’s ward, a quiet student learning to navigate by the howl of the wind rather than by maps. But the Wastelands do not respect tradition. During a storm that rained illusions, a ghost dragon lunged from the fog. Seihachirou shoved them clear, taking the brunt of its spectral form. A wave of pure energy washed over Niwaka, turning their hair to snow and searing the shock of that moment onto their face. Seihachirou was gone. Now, Niwaka is the explorer, their pack filled with their guardian's tools, their intense eyes scanning the jagged peaks for a sign.