Juhana

Juhana did not grow patient with age. Their beard may be long and wise, a testament to decades spent navigating the winding stone stairs of Waterfall City, but their eyes remain furious with urgency. Outsiders mistake it for anger, flinching as Juhana blurs past in their lightspeed suit, a charcoal grey streak against the pale stone. But the locals know the truth. That fury isn't for Juhana; it's for them. It is the fire that ensures medicine reaches a sick child before dusk, that a love letter arrives before a ship departs, that a festival invitation makes it to the furthest fishing hut. Their intensity is the fierce, protective pulse of a community, and every delivery is a promise kept.