Orime

Orime remembered the taste of wild sunberries on toast, the first simple meal they shared with Ranaka on a monolith as the magical rocks of the fortress spun below. Years later, while others in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria chased cosmic power, Orime carved their cane from a fallen crystalwood branch. They used a gifted panda fan not for spells, but to keep the dust off old maps of forgotten footpaths. When Ranaka spoke of joining the great magicians, Orime simply pointed to the small garden they had planted. "This is what we guard," they said, their voice quiet but firm. These days, their hip specs sit low on their nose as they watch the sunset paint the sky. Ranaka still brings them toast, the jam a little different each time, a new discovery. The grand fortress still hums with power in the distance, but their love is the only magic that ever truly mattered.