strawberry blonde ✿ newcomer

[arcy]

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trying to hold the wind

Oh, and here were the others. Moomin perks up, eyes going wide. Ever-optimistic, his hope overrides his nervousness. Even so, he seems almost tenative. All of them were awfully small, too ... He'd only known a few people as small as them. He'd never been nervous about their resilience -- his small friends made up for their size in ... everything else, really. He was less sure about these ones, though.
"El ... is-e-um," He echoes back to Tena, brows furrowed in concentration as he does so. What a strange word! It sounded rather nice, though. Moomin smiles, and then he grins. "Really? I can?" He doesn't want to impose on other people, but Moomin can't hold the facade for long, desperate as he is. With a burst of energy, Moomin scrambles to his paws. Before he can answer Tena's question, however, his attention is diverted by Fika. Luckily, she's asked the same question, so Moomin, before even registering the language, responds.
"Moomin," He chirps, gaze roving between the trio. "I'm Moomin," He repeats, just to feel more grounded. He seems to have livened up rather quickly as people arrived. It wasn't that he wasn't tired, it was just ... that all fell to the wayside when there were actual, living people here.
"Ja, tack! He chirps. English seems to be the main language, here, but he isn't quite sure how common other ones are. Conspicuously, he avoids answering how he is -- not because of any ulterior motive, he just isn't sure. He's hungry, and tired, and he misses his family and friends so much, but he's also absolutely delighted by the current ongoings. Which leads to a jumbled mess of an emotions, and a feeling that everything is going to be alright soon. Not as much as it was when he was home, but it's a start.
"Ah, massor! Finsk, svenska, engelsk." Moomin rattles off, a little proud smile on his maw. He's not a particularly skilled individual, but he'd always been happy to learn new languages. Of course ... most of the languages he'd learned weren't rare in the valley, but nobody really bothered to learn all of them as thoroughly as he had.
Oh ... right! "Trevligt att träffas - nice to meet you!" He says, gaze first lingering on Fisk, and then wandering to the others as he repeats himself in English. "I, um, think I'd like to stay, yes," He tells Tena, feeling both relieved and like he's suffocating. It feels sort of like giving up. Like accepting that .. he's not going home. But Moomin knows that this is what's best for him, at least right now, so he simply grins and hopes for the best.

//sorry if the swedish is a little messy, im super rusty sdfhsdf

elysium - polar bear - 2 years