strawberry blonde ✿ newcomer

[arcy]

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trying to hold the wind

Moomin doesn't think he's been so lonely in his life.
Ever since he was little, his parents had been a constant. And so had his friends, after his first season in the valley. Why, oh why, had he thought that leaving was a good idea? Surely there were better ways to combat his loneliness during the winter months than leaving to wander. It was hibernation months, and he could've woken anyone in the valley. Surely they wouldn't have minded. But look at him now. He's been gone for months and he definitely missed Snufkin's return.
He's never felt so defeated in his life. All problems had solutions, but Moomin couldn't find the key to fixing this. The valley was an obscure location -- not even on any map he could find. Moomin was not one to admit defeat, but ... he'd given up.
The young polar bear pants as he rests. He'd never been overly athletic. Only enough to accommodate for his adventures, never for ... for climbing mountains. He's regretting his descision already. It smells funny. Moomin sniffles and lifts a dirty paw to wipe his nose. He can smell the sea here -- it reminds him of home. It's awfully distressing, because all he can think about is his mama and papa and Snufkin and -- and Snorkmaiden and --. He stops himself there. Lays his head on his paws. And waits.
He's not sure what he's waiting for. But he does.

elysium - polar bear - 2 years