Chisumi

The air in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria always vibrated with power, a low hum Chisumi once mistook for their own importance. As a noble advisor, their word could shift the very monoliths that spun over the city. They wore their shades and feather cape with unearned confidence, dispensing judgment on magical currents they only half-understood. Their greatest failure was one of pride; they assured the Rock Wizards a certain monolith was stable. When it cracked, unleashing a wave of temporal distortion, no one was hurt, but trust was vaporized. Exiled in shame, they journeyed to the shrine of Hogo-sha, offering themself in service. These days, they sweep stone paths and listen. The shades remain, but they no longer signify coolness; they hide an uneasy gaze that constantly darts towards the sky, forever waiting for something else to fall.