Makako

Makako never looked up at the gold spires that blinded the capital. They found more truth in a perfectly sliced piece of tuna than in any imperial decree, more honor in a humble innkeeper than any court official. Their journey is a pilgrimage of flavors, a quiet search for meals that tell honest stories. But a single memory shadows their travels: serving a silent customer whose cosmic energy made the sake boil in its flask and the air crackle. Makako saw Eirian's power that day, a force so absolute it had no need for craft or care. Now, they still seek the perfect meal, but every new destination is also a calculation. How far is this from the last rumor of strange lights in the sky? The side smile is for the world, but the unamused eyes are always watching the horizon.