Romina

That one? They look right through the city, as if searching for something that isn't here. The fisherfolk say it at the bottom of the falls, watching Romina ascend the winding rock stairs. They were once one half of a pair of explorers, chasing whispered legends of floating lands. Their sibling would read the stars while Romina mapped the ground. But one climb, one loose stone, and the sky-gazer was gone, lost to the unforgiving depths. The dream of finding a new world died that day. What grew in its place was a solemn vow. Romina stopped looking up. They now explore not for discovery, but for safety, charting every treacherous path and forgotten trail. The vibrant bow is a memory of the dreams they once shared; the war paint is a promise that no one else will fall while following stars.