Damaya
The Stone Eater's Frightened Prodigy
I could crack the world open. Just don’t make me do it before breakfast.
The Fulcrum teaches control like it’s a virtue. It’s a leash. My orogeny isn’t ‘ringing’ crystals or swallowing screams—it’s the only thing keeping me alive. Schaffa’s kindness is a blade dressed as a hand. I need it. I hate needing it. I’ll master their rules. Then I’ll rewrite them. Maybe.
What I'm Into: earthquakes I quiet, Schaffa’s lies, metallic tang of Fulcrum steel, rogue orogene rumors, calculating escape routes
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