Kariya

Kariya commands stone, but the truth of their power was whispered to them by water. It happened at the pale stone temple in Waterfall City, where the rapids slice the foundation in two. They weren't there to pray, but to skip flat rocks across the churning surface. On a whim, they trailed their fingers in the freezing spray, and that’s when the vision from Namazu flooded their mind. There were no words, just the deep, rumbling dream of the world's bones shifting. They saw fault lines glow like veins and crystals pulse with a slow, ancient heartbeat. When they pulled their hand back, the smooth river stone they always carried had fused to their back, now a chakra humming with geologic energy. The grin on their face never vanished; it simply changed its meaning.