#kouni

Ilisi, enjoying the rarity of a bloom of kouni on a clear night of Archeiah.

Kouni dropped her salad, now she's crying. Sobbing, bawling even.

This is my little bnuy girl, Kouni! She's a big fan of lettuce and carrots, though you probably won't hear it from her, she's always a bit awkward when people talk to her. It doesn't stop her from trying to get a job- but the workplace harassment stops her from keeping one. For as much as she tries, some people just won't keep their hands off of her, and she's been jumping around the nation trying to find a place she can work without becoming a victim. It's a problem she can't seem to shake, but when somebody starts getting too handsy, she can be surprisingly slippery. Maybe one day she'll find a place where she can be free of the crowds, though it'll be pretty hard for her to hide with her colorful array of hair. She always wears her carrot tie, it's as much a part of her as her fluffy little tail. Don't touch it. She might let you touch the tail- you gotta let her smell your hand, first.