Lirathis Meryndel

Lirathis Meryndel walks with a careful wet-sheen on their blue-green skin, as if the air can’t quite dry them out. Seaweed-dark hair is braided into tight cords that loosen when they exhale. They keep a folded ledger of “debts” in a pouch—names, dates, and measured favors—and thumb it after every spar. When rules tighten, they soften: palm to floor, breath steady, water stains the tiles in neat rings.