Maki

The forge roars, orange light dancing across Maki’s silver shag and glistening on her olive skin. Sweat traces the curve of her temple as she hammers a glowing blade, sparks fluttering like fireflies. Her teal eyes narrow with focus. "Another cursed sword... but this one sings differently." She lifts it, listening to its hum. "Ah… you’ve got secrets, haven’t you? Let’s pry them loose together."