Iohiko

When the secret coordinates to the sky drifters’ home were first entrusted to them, Iohiko’s hands would not stop shaking. A scholar from The Great Panda City, they had spent their life finding comfort in the known world: the precise order of scrolls, the familiar chill of the mountain air. The vast, open sky was a terrifying unknown. But Pinku, who brought the star-charts, met Iohiko’s unease not with judgment, but with a quiet smile. Together, they pore over the maps in a hidden room lined with bamboo. Pinku speaks of wondrous technology while Iohiko traces the constellations with the tip of their carved cane. The anxiety never truly left, but it found a new purpose. It is the steady hum of vigilance, a quiet promise kept between two friends guarding a path to the clouds.