Chimper #1214
Every evening, Remiri the Envoy walks the slick stone stairs of Waterfall City, lighting the lanterns that line the cascade's edge. To the fishers below, they are a reliable keeper of tradition, a guide for boats returning after dusk. They see a grounded mystic, specs perched on their nose, tending to old duties. They do not see the truth. The light from the lanterns is not a guide; it is a language. Each flicker and sway is a carefully crafted message, an offering of respect to the ancient water spirits dwelling within the falls. Remiri's specs are not for sight, but for reading the replies in the shimmering spray. They are the sole ambassador in a negotiation no one else knows is happening—a secret pact that keeps the city from being washed away. The city sleeps soundly, deaf to the roaring conversations only Remiri can hear.
