Dari

Dari is perfectly content with jam on toast, yet the crystals they practice magic on always smell of burnt sugar. This infuriates Ren, their rival in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Ren’s monoliths levitate with a perfect, silent hum; Dari’s wobble with scorching embers and emit a frustrated crackle. "Instinct isn't a formula," Ren would say, "it's a liability." But when a rogue energy surge threatened their workshop, Ren’s precise shields shattered instantly. It was Dari, crumbs on their jumper, who met the wild power with their own, not controlling it but dancing with it until it dissipated into harmless light. They are not friends. But now, Ren sometimes stays late to watch Dari work, silently acknowledging that some problems require a little more jam and a lot more chaos.