Hanaha

Hanaha keeps their fishing line perfectly still, watching the light from spinning monoliths dance on the water. They were once a promising student of the arcane, but their impatience was a flaw sharper than any crystal. Convinced they could bend the fortress's core energies without the proper rites, they caused a magical backlash that left a wing of the laboratories silent and dark. Cast out, they found this rod. It is not for catching fish. It is an anchor against the storm of their ambition. Each day, they learn the patience they once scorned, finding a quiet victory in the stillness. A side smile touches their lips when they feel a nibble, not because they will reel it in, but because it proves something is listening.