Tsunehiro

The White Comet of the Highlands was known only as a blur of motion, a whisper of displaced air carrying messages between the fortresses of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Tsunehiro never stopped, not for sunsets or spinning monoliths, until they met a quiet gem-cutter whose hands moved with the patience of geological time. At first, they invented urgent dispatches just for an excuse to visit, a playful smile always on their lips. The trips grew slower; the stays became longer. They learned the names of stones not for their magic, but for the way light caught in their partner's eyes. The spiritual energy that bleached their hair still hums through them, but it no longer pulls them away. It settles, content to orbit a new center of gravity.