Renren

In The Fluorescent Isles, nobility is measured by the lustre of one's gem collection. Renren, however, prefers the shine of a freshly polished dragonslayer blade. They once hung by a single vine over a thousand-foot drop, Grail Cloak snapping in the wind, casually sipping strawberry milk as a sapphire-scaled beast circled below. This wasn't a hunt for riches; for Renren, it was simply the family business, twisted into a joyous sport. While their kin pored over trade ledgers, Renren studied flight patterns. It was this gleeful mastery that caught Sora’s eye. They saw not a noble playing warrior, but a force as wild as the sky itself. Now they soar together, Sora's vengeful silence a stark contrast to Renren's cheerful battle cries. The beast below finally dove, and Renren simply pushed off the cliff face to meet it.