Yumai

Every morning, without fail, Yumai stands on their plateau in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria and waits for the rain. It isn't the storm they seek, but the first light of dawn filtering through the drizzle, turning the drops a pale, sweet pink. "Strawberry milk rain," they call it. This quiet ritual was once a solitary one, a way to center themself before the fortress wizards began their noisy experiments. Then Yuki appeared. Not with the challenge of a beast slayer, but with the soft crunch of boots on crystal. Yuki simply stood beside them, sharing the view. They understood that the truest strength wasn't just in the fight, but in walking the frozen paths between battles. The ritual is now shared, a silent understanding between two souls who find power in the gentlest of weathers.