Derisa

Derisa nudged the last loose paving stone back into place with a subtle flex of will, the rock chakra on their back humming faintly. The freezing winds that scoured the high-altitude streets of The Great Panda City didn't bother the locals, but it bit at the old wound on Derisa's face. A sudden gust tore a string of ceramic bells from a vendor’s stall. Before the owner could even cry out, Derisa’s hand twitched. The earth beneath the bells softened instantly, rising just enough to cushion their fall. Not a single one chipped. The vendor offered a silent, surprised nod. Derisa just turned back to the path, their unamused expression unchanged. The street still needed sweeping.