The taste of burnt sugar from their marshmallow stick is the only truth Kirarin offers most people. They crafted the Kitsune mask years ago in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a playful rebellion against the solemn wizards who treated every sunset like a theorem to be solved. It was meant to be a joke, a way to wander without being known. Then they met Tachirou. Tachirou never asked what was behind the mask. They simply watched Kirarin's eyes, and one day, commented on the way they crinkled when they laughed. It was the first time anyone had noticed a smile Kirarin wasn’t showing. The mask stays on, but it feels different now—less like a hiding place and more like the quiet porch of a home only two people know the address to.
Name
Kirarin
Owner
0x3ca20831EBea5C99AA6E574D83f0A7C733F7e4D0
ID#2588
Rarity
X-LO:92%
Background
Papaya Orange
HI:21%
Face Extra
Marshmallow Stick
EX:3%
Head
Kitsune Mask
EX:3%
Type
Arctic White
X-HI:9%
Eyes
Chimped