Moriyoshi

Moriyoshi’s eyes shone with the gleeful light of a thousand tiny suns, but their mouth had never once gotten the joke. This combination was a source of endless frustration for their Mystic Cat mentor, who was trying to teach them the art of the unseen. “Stealth,” the cat had once communicated through a series of pointed glares and one sharp ear-twitch, “requires a consistent emotional temperature.” Moriyoshi’s was a confusing mess of arctic calm and tropical enthusiasm. Their mission was to chart the secret tunnels beneath The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Yet, every time they were meant to be silent, their eyes would catch the light of a spinning monolith and betray a joy so profound it was almost audible, usually followed by them tripping over a loose rock. The cat would simply sigh, a tiny puff of dust, and wait for their strange, unreadable student to pick themself up.