Nashiri

One thick wool cloak, two daggers they never sharpen, and a single memory of impossible warmth on a day they should have frozen. Nashiri arrived in The Heart of the Forest during a downpour, looking for shelter but finding a home among the amber-leaved trees. They sing the local songs and share meals with the others, their face a perfect picture of joy. But no one has ever heard them speak of where they came from, or how they survived the journey. The truth is a secret they guard jealously: a moment of blinding, golden light, a touch of Himawari's grace that mended their failing spirit. They fear the telling would cheapen it, or worse, that no one would believe them. So, when the rain comes, they walk alone, letting the cool drops remind them of what they almost were, and what that divine warmth made them become.