Namida

The Pearl of the Pale Temple they called them, a noble of Waterfall City admired from the bustling fishing docks but never truly known. Namida’s days were a quiet routine of ceremony, their adventurous heart longing for the roar of the falls over the polite whispers of court. They found it not in an expedition, but in the steady gaze of a stair-carver from the city's lower levels. It was during a shared sunset at the cascade's edge that it happened—a feeling of being truly seen, so pure it triggered their ascension. Raw power flared, leaving a permanent echo on their face: utter glee in their eyes, profound shock on their lips. Frightened, they sought Kenji, who taught them this new energy was empathy, its strength a reflection of their bond.