Chimper #2239
Onatsu held the crystal knife perfectly still, one clean slice from carving the sweetest, most translucent fruit in the highlands, when their stomach growled with the force of a minor rockslide. The wizards who found them had been insistent. Horoguramu’s pools foretold a “Shadow Warrior who would slice the very fabric of uncertainty.” Onatsu assumed this meant they were destined to invent a new kind of sandwich. Why else would one need such a sharp blade? They had the stealth training, sure, but mostly used it to sneak extra desserts from the fortress kitchens. The strawberry milk stain on their apron was a medal of honor. The wizards despair, but Onatsu remains determined. There's a universe of recipes to explore, and destiny can wait until after lunch.
