Chimper #3063
When the first real snow of the season blanketed the training grounds by the lake, Ramiri noticed a new trainee struggling. Others saw a student fumbling with their stances, but Ramiri’s psychedelic eyes saw the deeper problem: a homesickness so profound it was chilling them from the inside out. They didn't offer advice or a warmer cloak. Instead, Ramiri entered the kitchen, their movements as precise with a chopping knife as with their katana. They took a brief step through one of the webways Kenji had opened, reappearing moments later with a satchel of rare spices from a warmer climate. The soup they prepared was simple, but it tasted of a sun they had not seen in months. The trainee ate in silence, the warmth returning to their face.
