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Autumn [Snufkin]
Title: Autumn
Characters/Pairing: Snufkin
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 320
Summary: Welcoming autumn.
Other: An experiment that didn't work. Posted in my sketchjournal (Original entry)
Autumn
It was early morning when Snufkin emerged from his tent. The sun was still low on the horizon, the entire world covered by a light mist. In the air was a familiar chill; not the welcoming cool of a summer morning, but the sharper bite of autumn.
The frost will be here soon, he thought as he made his way down to the stream's bank to catch breakfast. Frost and cold and finally snow. Soon it would arrive; even sooner, he would be due to take his leave of the valley.
In the slow-moving stream the fish were lively, popping up and down in the cool water. As he tied a hook to his line, Snufkin watched, considered. If there was only himself to consider, he would have resolved to leave in a matter of weeks, before the air became too brisk, the ground too crisp with frostwork. Yet there was more than himself to keep in mind.
It seemed that as the years passed he has turned to waiting longer and longer to quit the valley. It was not out of any want of his own, but because of his friend asking him - repeatedly - to stay. Though it wasn't something he minded, it was inconvenient. Travelling by foot when the air was cold and snow covered the ground was not something he preferred to do if he could avoid it.
Still, Snufkin thought as he settled back to wait for a bite, keeping an eye on his line. Still. It was fine. They would go through the usual discussion, and his friend would ask him, "Please stay a while longer", and he would tell him that he preferred to leave before it became too cold, but in the end he would stay, perhaps until the frost, perhaps even longer. It was fine.
A breeze blew through the trees, scattering leaves through the air.
It wouldn't be long, now.
Characters/Pairing: Snufkin
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 320
Summary: Welcoming autumn.
Other: An experiment that didn't work. Posted in my sketchjournal (Original entry)
Autumn
It was early morning when Snufkin emerged from his tent. The sun was still low on the horizon, the entire world covered by a light mist. In the air was a familiar chill; not the welcoming cool of a summer morning, but the sharper bite of autumn.
The frost will be here soon, he thought as he made his way down to the stream's bank to catch breakfast. Frost and cold and finally snow. Soon it would arrive; even sooner, he would be due to take his leave of the valley.
In the slow-moving stream the fish were lively, popping up and down in the cool water. As he tied a hook to his line, Snufkin watched, considered. If there was only himself to consider, he would have resolved to leave in a matter of weeks, before the air became too brisk, the ground too crisp with frostwork. Yet there was more than himself to keep in mind.
It seemed that as the years passed he has turned to waiting longer and longer to quit the valley. It was not out of any want of his own, but because of his friend asking him - repeatedly - to stay. Though it wasn't something he minded, it was inconvenient. Travelling by foot when the air was cold and snow covered the ground was not something he preferred to do if he could avoid it.
Still, Snufkin thought as he settled back to wait for a bite, keeping an eye on his line. Still. It was fine. They would go through the usual discussion, and his friend would ask him, "Please stay a while longer", and he would tell him that he preferred to leave before it became too cold, but in the end he would stay, perhaps until the frost, perhaps even longer. It was fine.
A breeze blew through the trees, scattering leaves through the air.
It wouldn't be long, now.