May 10, 2019
@joxtorn
Itâs morning, and as Snufkin comes out of his tent to greet the new day, he sees someone has made themselves comfortable at his campsite. They are perhaps familiar, but itâs hard for him to see with their hat over their face.
With another glance and without a word, Snufkin stokes the campfire and puts on a pot of water for coffee, with enough for the stranger, as heâs feeling a bit generous in the light of the morning sun. He briefly considers his harmonica, but decides the morning is pleasant enough without it, and he instead turns his attention towards the creature across from him, feeling rather like a conversation.
âNice morning today.â He says casually, digging around a bit in his bag.
