Chiiho

When the stream first whispered their name, Chiiho was supposedly fishing. But they never watched the bobber. Instead, they’d stare up at the sky, tracing constellations only they could see, the rod a simple anchor to the waking world. A few seasons later, that same rod was used to pluck a lost kite from a high branch for a crying child. The reward was a simple white bandana and a choc stick, a taste of pure, uncomplicated kindness. These days, Chiiho wanders the amber paths of The Heart of the Forest, rod over their shoulder. They rarely cast a line, but they're always ready to share a sweet treat with anyone who has forgotten how to look up at the stars.