Haruhime

Haruhime traced the patterns of lichen on the great fish statue, the tiny fren nestled in their hair chirping a soft, coded sequence. They once believed their future was tied to the fishing boats that bobbed in the lower districts of Waterfall City, a life as steady as the stone stairs connecting the city to the river. But a new duty found them when the fren appeared, a living cipher sent by Kanshi-in. It doesn't speak in words, but in feelings and rhythms that translate the city’s pulse into data for the distant commander. The gold bushido mark on their face feels heavier some days than others, a symbol of a promise made to a protector they have never met. They are still learning how to be both a child of the falls and a sentinel for the stars.