Umeya

Umeya did not ask for the strange light in their eyes, the one that made the wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria mutter about heresy. They simply learned to walk alone, a vigilant wanderer whose only real companion was the marshmallow stick they toasted over a small fire each night. One evening, another traveler stumbled upon their camp, a map-maker whose satchel was full of sketches of the spinning monoliths. The stranger did not recoil or whisper curses. They just looked at Umeya, then at the sushi inexplicably perched on their head, and asked if that was dinner. For the first time, Umeya shared their fire, and soon, their stories. The world still sees a heretic; their companion only sees the person who knows exactly when a marshmallow is perfectly golden.