Koiro

Koiro remembered the taste of rock dust. It was from their first attempt to scale a monolith in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a defiant climb that ended in a very undignified, full-body slide. They’d spent weeks cultivating a cool, roguish persona, only to have it undone by a patch of slick crystal. Fuming, they later encountered Monku, who was observing a particularly stubborn species of moss. Koiro expected a lecture on focus. Instead, Monku simply smiled. “Patience,” the peacemaker advised, “is not about waiting for the mountain to move. It’s about accepting you will probably slide down it a few times.” Koiro still slides, but these days, they pack a cushion.