Chiyaha

Chiyaha remembers the taste of air so cold it felt solid, a silence that had lasted millennia. It was in the cave where Shimo awoke, a place of frozen time. These days, the clamor of the academies in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria is a constant, grating noise against that memory. They wear the trainee's seifuku like a second skin, a perfect disguise. Their eyes, wide and seeing stars, betray none of the ages they witnessed thawing from ice, though the deep lines around their mouth hint at the truth. The hunger that drives them is not for praise or promotion. It is for a single entry in a forgotten grimoire, a detail Shimo could not recall. They endure the lessons, feign surprise at simple spells, and search for the reason an ancient was put to sleep in the first place.