Softwood April was one of the Twelve Moons that had no physical form. Unlike most others, who appeared as bipedal beings—humans, elves, dwarves—she had chosen no form at all.

“This is so boring…”

Scarlet was climbing a mountain, decked out in brown hiking pants, boots, a jungle hat, and a dark brown backpack, sweating deliberately as she made her way up. A 50-year-old trot song played on the radio at her waist, and she held a hiking pole, favored by middle-aged hikers, in her right hand.

Despite looking like a professional hiker, her high schooler appearance and striking white hair …