strawberry blonde ✿ newcomer

[arcy]

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trying to hold the wind

Moomin knew what he wanted, but it wasn't exactly ... achievable, which was the problem. Which, ultimately, meant that no, he didn't know what he wanted. Moomin sniffles, looking up with wide blue eyes at the stranger. She was so small ....  Moomin hadn't met many people that small before. She had a weird, kind of scary mask, but Moomin wasn't inclined to be scared or question it at the moment. She was talking, she was probably real, and that's all that mattered to him.
"H - Hello" He says, eyes still watery but unable to wipe the tears away because of the dirt on his paws. He slowly pushes himself up into a sitting position. Here, outside of the valley, he would probably be acknowledged as an adult. Moomin found this to be a scary thought. He was just old enough to be considered one, but that didn't mean he'd ever been treated like one, or even expected to act like one. Even so, he desperately tries to remember his manners, and offers a wobbly smile. "Y - Yes. I, um," He says. He hadn't interacted with people for a long time -- how had Snufkin done this? His best friend had frequently gone out to wander or travel, or, or --.
"I, um, don't think I'll have much luck getting back, though. Um, who are you?" These were the only mountains he could see, after all, and that was the only landmark Moomin could think of anyone else would recognize. What was she doing here, anyways? Moomin was having trouble wrapping his head around why somebody would be living in mountains like these, unless -- oh. "Do other people live here?" He asks, alarmed. He hadn't realized that was what the scent was. Which he found to be a bit ridiculous, in hindsight. But Moomin wasn't the most perceptive even at the best of times, so it was really just par for the course.

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