Koufumi

The most startled soul in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria has a very simple evening ritual. Every day, as the sun bleeds purple and orange across the sky, they sit with Ruson on their shared balcony, watching the light refract through the spinning monoliths. Koufumi can read the subtle tells of a sparring partner or feel the shift in barometric pressure before a storm, yet a firefly blinking to life nearby will make them jump. Ruson knows this, of course. They never approach without making their footsteps known. But they still delight in the way Koufumi gasps with genuine surprise at a sunset they have seen a thousand times before. It is not a flaw; it is a gift—a capacity for wonder that their warrior's life has failed to dull.