Chimper #1336
Without fail, Ukana shares a bowl of ramen before any journey begins. The shop is a tiny pocket of warmth tucked beneath the gilded spires of The Teikodian Empire, a world away from the palace’s cold grandeur. Across the small table, an imperial mapmaker traces routes with ink-stained fingers—the one person in the city who sees Ukana’s polished platinum skin not as a marvel, but simply as them. They cannot leave the capital, bound by a contract penned in gold ink. So, Ukana leaves for them. Every expedition, every trek into forgotten lands with their combat pole in hand, is a search for a way to break that bond. Each return is a silent promise renewed over steaming noodles. The locals, seeing this endless cycle of departure and return, gave them their name. It isn't about living forever, but loving as if you will.
