Chougi

Chougi keeps meticulous records of every cloud formation seen on their delivery routes. Their job is to ferry messages up the slick rock stairs connecting the fishing docks to the city proper, a task that should be simple. But the roar of the falls is a song, and the mist paints rainbows Chougi feels compelled to catalog on their helmet’s display. The fierce war paint was an idea to discourage interruptions, to project an air of urgent focus they simply do not possess. It mostly just makes their starry-eyed gaze look more alarming when they're caught staring at a particularly interesting puddle. Their combat pole has propped them up after tripping more times than it has ever been raised in defense. Most messages arrive late, damp, and accompanied by a new, intricate sketch of the sky.