Areina

The trainees at The Dojo whisper that Areina’s hair used to be still. As a noble, many believed their presence was a mere formality, their gleeful eyes and shocked expression out of place among hardened fighters. They seemed too gentle, more interested in the patterns of the lake than the patterns of combat. That changed during the Trial of Unbroken Will. Tasked with holding a meditative stance on the frozen lake overnight, Areina was expected to be the first to yield. But as the wind howled, a soft light began to emanate from them. Their oceanic hair began to flow and swirl as if in a warm sea, melting the ice in a perfect circle. When dawn broke, they stood serene in a pool of clear water. It was a feat of spirit few, not even Musashi, had seen before.