Magokoro

On the floating isles, even the simplest thing can be mistaken for magic. Magokoro just wanted to grow the crispest apples. Their prized sapling, however, was planted in a field of particularly vibrant, glowing flora, and the pollen was a nuisance. To protect their eyes, they donned a kitsune mask and their reading glasses. A neighbor saw them tending the tree with an apple stick and assumed it was a mystical ritual. The rumor of a masked sage spread. When a curious young dragon landed nearby, lured by the sweet scent, the legend was sealed. Magokoro, wrapped in their drafty feather cape, was now a revered mystic. Delegations arrive daily, asking for prophecies. Magokoro just offers them a polished apple and hopes they don't ask about the weather.