Chimper #1421
Mitoto the Fond never offers a greeting, nor do they ever say goodbye. The merchants of The Great Panda City will tell you they simply arrive with the morning fog and vanish before the evening chill sets in. Their face reveals nothing, a mask of tranquil grey. Yet, the city watches. They see the poncho-clad explorer silently replace a fallen leaf in a child's hair, or spend an entire afternoon listening to an elder's rambling stories without a single fidget. They have a peculiar habit of choosing the slightly bruised fruit or the chipped teacup that others overlook. The citizens gave them their name not for any grand emotion displayed, but for the quiet, constant attention they pay to the forgotten and the fleeting. Their fondness is for the world itself, a silent promise to notice.
