Chiahi

The Noodle-Headed Nomad, they call them, and for good reason. Chiahi trekked all the way to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, not for prophecies of war or secrets of arcane power, but for a matter of far greater urgency. They stood before the shimmering pools of Horoguramu, nervously adjusting their ramen hat and clutching their apple stick for courage. While others asked about the fate of empires, Chiahi posed the most pressing query in the universe: did their crush think they were cute? The oracle’s water rippled, showing a brief, hazy vision of two chimps sharing a bowl of noodles. For Chiahi, whose eyes went wide with glee, this was an undeniable sign. They thanked the timeless entity profusely and bounded away, ready to woo their future partner with a well-seasoned broth.