Meihou

The constant sound of rain on scorched stone was the only rhythm Meihou trusted in The Dragon Wastelands. They were there to map the ghost-dragon illusions, a task requiring patience and a gentle touch. Then Michi arrived, a being who possessed neither. Michi didn't ask about the illusions or try to dispel them; they simply walked a straight line, their conviction shattering the phantoms like glass. "Deception wastes time," Michi stated, pointing toward a pass no map showed. Peeking from behind their golden kitsune mask, Meihou’s eyes were wide with a familiar, stunned expression. They offered Michi a warm tea from their satchel, a nurturing habit Michi accepted without breaking stride. They found their new road that day, a path built on Michi's unbending certainty and Meihou's quiet insistence that even the most resolute anchor needs rest.