Chimper #2890
Every morning, before the magical rocks of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria caught the sunrise, Tsutsumishouko would paint their face. The kitsune mask sat nearby, a silent partner in the ritual. Other explorers assumed the markings were a threat, a display of hardened experience. But for Tsutsumishouko, it was a prayer against the anxiety that churned in their stomach. Each stripe was a command to their own trembling hands to be steady; each swirl a plea for their feet not to turn back. They weren't born a bold adventurer, they were building one day by day. With every new cavern charted and every monolith sketched, the paint felt less like a disguise and more like their own skin.
