Mayuhime

Mayuhime did not receive their scar defending a mystical artifact from a rogue geomancer. They got it after tripping over a perfectly stationary, brightly-colored crystal while trying to deliver a poem to Sakuma without smudging the ink. This is the general pattern of their career in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria: immense diligence undermined by romantic distraction. Every morning, Sakuma places a fresh slice of cake on their head for good luck, and every day, Mayuhime gets sidetracked admiring how the sunset reflects off the magical monoliths, thinking of new verses for their next letter. The wizards have stopped giving them fragile potions to carry, but they remain the most reliable messenger for anything that can survive a minor tumble.