Chiafui

Chiafui carefully adjusted the single amber leaf balanced on their head, muttering about chaotic mystical airflows. This leaf was, after all, their sacred focus. They were meant to receive a proper mask, just like Tora did during that solemn ceremony deep in The Heart of the Forest. But as the ancient power was about to settle, a squirrel dropped a prized acorn right on Chiafui's head. The yelp of surprise was... un-mystical. Their intended mask, a thing of carved obsidian, flew sideways into a pot of ceremonial stew. As the mages stared, speechless, that single leaf drifted down to take its place. Tora became a legend. Chiafui became the one with the leaf. They insist it’s more attuned to nature’s whims, which mostly seem to involve it blowing off in a stiff breeze.