Tanerou

In Waterfall City, they say every shell holds the sound of an ocean it’s never seen. Tanerou carries a single shard, polished smooth by their thumb over countless years. It is their only memory of wherever they came from, a piece of an egg they can’t recall breaking. Whispers of Tamago, the warrior who never left their shell, are what brought them here. They listen for more tales, hoping to piece together their own origin from the echoes of another’s. They trade stories for fish down by the docks, never offering their own, just listening as the rain drizzles down their back. Sometimes, when the roar of the falls is just right, they hold the shard to their ear and almost believe they can hear something breaking.