Doremi the Coy

The other trainees in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria whisper that Doremi stole their power. They point to the thief's eyewear and the sudden surge in their geomancy as proof. The truth is quieter. One evening, frustrated by a rock chakra that refused to listen, they knelt by a shimmering pool said to channel the dreams of Namazu. They didn’t ask for strength, just an answer. The vision that flooded their mind was not of glory, but of the great monoliths screaming as they fractured into dust. When Doremi resurfaced, the hum of every crystal was a deafening roar in their ears. They haven't spoken of it since. They just chew on a chocolate stick, hide their gaze, and deflect every question with a nervous smile.