Chimper #2610
Aba remembers the grit of chimney soot under their fingernails more vividly than the feel of polished obsidian. Raised within a fortress in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, their life was meant to be one of political maneuvering and magical theory. But they found clarity not in scrying pools, but on the castle's highest, ash-stained rooftops, training with a blade under the beautiful sunsets. They donned a mask to be anonymous, a rebel spirit free from their name. The irony is that their family, upon discovering this secret, did not punish them. They celebrated it. They gave Aba a title, turning their grimy escape into a poetic courtly brand. Everyone pretends not to know who is behind the mask as Aba performs their defiance on command.
