Ririan

Ririan jammed the end of a thick bamboo stalk into the riverbed, creating a pivot to haul Kazatsugi from the churning rapids at the base of the falls. They were only supposed to be in Waterfall City for a day to sell woven mats. But seeing Kazatsugi slip from the slick rock stairs and plunge into the current changed the plan. Now, Ririan is a trainee here, a grounded artisan in a city that flows. They are surrounded by warriors testing blades against stone and anglers reading water like a scroll. They try to fit in, marking their face with river clay and wearing the white bandana of a student. But their bamboo batch remains their constant companion, a tool nobody here quite understands, a memory of a quieter life. Their confidence is quiet, rooted in a craft that values patience over force.