Honoka

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the air hums with latent magic and even the rocks can dream of the future. Honoka finds this deeply inconvenient. They arrived chasing a misplaced delivery cart, sworn to protect its cargo, and somehow became the unofficial bodyguard for a cabal of absent-minded wizards. While famous mages debate the ethics of temporal magic, Honoka ensures they remember to eat. Their greatest contribution to arcane theory has been the discovery that a well-timed chocolate stick can avert a five-hour argument. A leaf from their home forest remains tucked in their hair, a quiet reminder of a simpler place where the biggest problem was a leaky roof, not a leaky dimension.