Yurime

Yurime scrambled up the side of the monolith, yellow bandana flapping in the magical breeze. 'Almost there! Just a bit higher!' they shouted down, voice a mix of glee and panic. Below, their partner, a grim rock wizard who communicated mostly in grunts, just crossed their arms. Yurime had arrived in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria a year prior, a warrior without a war, their anxious energy fizzing like an unstable potion. They felt utterly lost, a bright spirit drowning in a sea of silent, knowing stones. That's when they met Oku, who needed a lookout for their dangerous experiments. Oku provided grounding; Yurime provided endless, if nervous, chatter. Like Kiti finding a new home in the wild, Yurime found theirs beside a grumpy wizard who secretly enjoyed their stories. The unease never fully vanished from their face, but now it had company.