Mifuyu

Mifuyu kept their heart packed away with their wares, a collection of stories carved for others. They wandered from market to market, their only constant the well-worn cane in their hand. Waterfall City was meant to be just another stop, but a quiet boatwright from the lower docks began visiting their stall each day. They shared silent lunches of salted fish, watching the spray from the falls mist the plaza. One afternoon, the boatwright presented Mifuyu with a piece of driftwood, shaped by the current into something beautiful and unique. It was a gift, not a trade. In that moment, Mifuyu’s well-traveled face registered a shock so profound it gave way to a quiet joy. They haven't packed their stall since.