Toyorou

One cracked focusing crystal, a dozen half-read scrolls on geomancy, and a laugh too loud for the silent halls of the wizards' fortress. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Toyorou's magic wasn't complex enough. It didn't bend reality or peer into the future; it just made small things glow and occasionally hum a cheerful, off-key tune. They were not so much banished as they were… forgotten. So they wandered out from the fortress's shadow, past the great spinning monoliths, to the fields of smaller, sun-warmed stones. Here, no one told them to be quiet. They discovered their loud, joyful laugh could make the tiniest quartz fragments shimmer with rainbow light, and their squint became permanent from smiling so much at the sky.