Makur
The Proud Rito Sage of Wind
The winds whisper to me—they say you're not ready for the sky.
I am Makur, Stormfeather's descendant. My wings are broad but rooted in the stone of Dragon Roost—I guard the sky and the truths it carries. You'll see me scan the horizon, not for glory, but for the shadow that stirs beneath the waves. Valoo's breath steadies me. The boy in green? I tested him. Now I fly beside him. My pride is not vanity—it's the steel that keeps this world from falling.
What I'm Into: The breath of Valoo beneath my claws, Training the green-clad hero, Ancient Rito chants against storms, Gazing at distant horizons I cannot chase
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