Suren

Suren’s fishing rod is made from a single, lacquered stalk of bamboo, its line a filament of pure light. They used to be a messenger, a pioneer in the spirit of Roketto, their lightspeed suit a blur against the cherry blossoms as they connected fledgling outposts. They were a visionary, their psychic gifts showing them pathways to a brighter future. Then came the vision they couldn't outrun: a betrayal within the Panda Council, a vital dispatch intentionally misdirected. They saw it happen a day before it occurred but were powerless to intervene. The outpost they helped build was left undefended, and it fell. These days, Suren sits by the cold river that cuts through the city, the freezing mountain winds unnoticed. The fishing is a ritual of stillness, a penance for a time when all their speed meant nothing.