Meai

Meai never asked to be taught the secrets of the fortress where monoliths spin against the sunset. They came to be forgotten. Others saw a humble trainee, their downcast eyes and quiet work a sign of reverence for the powerful magic all around them. So when Shifu was caught in a feedback loop of raw crystal energy, no one looked to Meai for help. But it was Meai who stepped through the panicked crowd, placing a hand on the vibrating stone and silencing it with a single, resonant hum. Later, Shifu found them, offering mentorship, asking where they learned such control. Meai’s eyes weren't embarrassed by the praise. They were terrified. They hadn't learned that technique here; they were here because they were trying to unlearn it.