Chimper #4417
In the highlands, sunsets paint the spinning monoliths in hues of fire and amethyst, but that light never touches the deepest shadows. This is where Atsujirou works, encased in a shimmering bubble of personal space, their guiding lanterns cutting through the gloom. It was quiet work, until they found Koseki, a young wizard trainee who had accidentally enchanted their own feet to a spinning crystal. Atsujirou’s light soothed the wild magic long enough for Koseki to get free. The rescue was meant to be anonymous, but Koseki has followed them ever since—a noisy, cheerful shadow to Atsujirou’s suspicious, silent one. One lights the path; the other trips over it, humming. Somehow, they always reach the other side together.
