Risamari

Every morning, Risamari adjusts the salmon they wear as a hat. They first arrived in The Heart of the Forest through one of Kenji’s webway portals, just another stop on a long, lonely itinerary. Their poker face was a shield, perfected across countless realms. But here, no one tried to break it. One day, a small child, having failed to teach Risamari a dance, simply gave them their prize catch from the river. “So you have a friend on the road,” the child explained. Risamari, who knew transactions but not gifts, was stumped. Unwilling to eat it, they wore it instead. They still travel far and wide, katana at the ready, but that salmon is a silent, absurd promise of a warm welcome waiting for their return.