Nishikiran

Nishikiran dangled from the bamboo scaffolding, the chilly mountain wind whipping at their green dragon robes as a flurry of pink petals danced by. "Any day now," grumbled their very large, very impatient friend, Makoto, from the street below. The mission: retrieve Makoto's kite from the roof of a Panda Council member's home. Nishikiran had insisted it required a mystic's delicate touch. Makoto had suggested just asking for it back. When a sharp cough announced they'd been caught, Nishikiran dropped to the ground with a flourish, stroking their goatee. "Ah, good elder! We were merely attuning ourselves to the spiritual airflow! This kite is a key conduit!" Makoto just pointed. "It got stuck."