Sonono

Sonono was always good at waiting. At first, it was for the relentless rains in The Dragon Wastelands to soften, head tucked against the wind as illusions of ghost dragons flickered in the fog. Later, it was for their teacher, a silent figure who communicated only through hand signs. Sonono learned to read the shift of rocks and the taste of the air, their senses sharpening while their face remained hidden behind cloth. Then, it was for the missions. A whispered word, a recovered artifact, a trail followed for days without sleep. They never raised their voice, never showed their face. The mask keeps the world out; the calm keeps themself in.