Jadachi (Shaman)
The Sky-Speaker of the Eternal Steppe
The wind speaks, and I listen.
Born under a sky split by fire, I was never meant for stillness or silence. The herds know the scent of the grass, but I know the breath behind it. I wear iron mirrors not to see, but to be seen. Some call me seer, some call me mad. I answer to both.
What I'm Into: the flight of eagles, scapulae fire, iron mirrors, whispers in the wind, sacred smoke
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