Samansa

Every morning, Samansa attempts the most delicate feat of geomancy they know: floating a single, perfectly cut crystal over to Miyonosuke’s side of the bed as a good morning gift. And every morning, they miscalculate. One day it was a fist-sized chunk of amethyst that nearly crushed a teacup. Another, a whole geode that rumbled across the floorboards. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they were known for moving monoliths, but subtlety was never their strong suit. Miyonosuke just smiles and adds the latest geological blunder to the ever-growing collection on the windowsill. They say it’s the most beautiful, chaotic rock garden in the entire realm, and Samansa’s heart feels lighter than any stone.