A/n I would just like to say before this chapter starts that Little My is with the Moomins and that Mymble (the sister one) is in her house in the valley. Probably should have said this last chapter. Happy reading!

The Joxter has stayed with them for a few days now, he has been keeping a close eye on Snufkin and Mymble, who was now paying a lot more attention to Snufkin whether he wanted it or not.

Snufkin appreciated it but it seemed forced to him, unnatural. Not like he could say anything anyways.

At one point after a few days the Joxter handed Snufkin a notepad and pencil. "So you can say what you want."

Snufkin replied with 'thank you.'

During the few days Snufkin would prepare himself for the trip, packing his clothes, harmonica, and a few extra essentials. He would always debate within himself if he was making the right choice though. A few of his siblings would look at him sadly and his mother would try to be supportive but he has heard her talking about if this was the right thing or not.

"He is still so young." She would tell the Joxter. "What if he doesn't like that life?"

"I will bring him back then."

"He can get hurt."

"I know first aid, I would be in trouble if I didn't."

"What if he gets sick?"

"Again, I would be in trouble if I didn't know what to do, plus he could see Moominmama then."

"He better not get lost."

"Why would he get lost?"

"You can be irresponsible sometimes."

"Like you're not."

"I am more responsible than you."

"Uh-huh, and where is you're proof? Invisible?"

She would always huff and walk off after that.

The night before he was supposed to go off with Joxter, Snufkin was in the bedroom gazing out the window at what he could see of the sky above the trees.

The Joxter came into the room and sat beside him. "You like the view Snuffy?"

Snufkin let out a breath, he was still not too fond of Sniffy but he shrugged.

Joxter hummed. "I always liked the stars and the stories they tell."

Snufkin looked to the Joxter for a second before looking back out. Stories huh?

The Joxter noticed the hat tilts. "Would you like to hear one?"

Snufkin shrugged.

"Alright then." The Joxter looked out the window to pick out a constellation but the tree line was in the way of a lot of them. "Ah, Moominpapa would not agree with this story spot. How about I take you somewhere special for this?"

Snufkin looked up at Joxter a bit confused, where could they possibly go this late?

Joxter gave a playful smile. "Follow me."

Joxter led Snufkin down the stairs and outside. The cool night air chilled Snufkin's cheeks as he followed Joxter around the back of the house where he studied the wall.

After a moment Joxter crouched down. "Climb on." Snufkin obliged and held on tight around Joxter's neck.

Joxter scaled the wall up to the roof and let the child down before lying back. "This is one of my favorite places to star gaze, the other would have to be Moominvalley."

Snufkin sat down and looked up at the vast variety of stars dotting the sky, he couldn't imagine a better view.

"So, I suppose you were wanting those stories?"

Snufkin nodded still looking up.

Joxter chuckled and then searched for a certain constellation. "There, you see those three stars in a row? That is Orion; he was a warrior, practically immortal but a scorpion stung and killed him. The scorpion happens to be over… there."
He pointed the constellations as he spoke, telling all the stories he has heard as a child or from his journeys, maybe adding bits and pieces to make them more interesting.

Snufkin would nod along, observing all the constellations when the Joxter would point out a new one.

They did this till the moon was high.

A/N Thank you all so much for reading this story. It really encourages me to keep writing it and just thank you all so much! The next chapter they are supposed to start their journey out in the world. (Then again, that was what this chapter was originally going to be.)