Snufkin awoke the next morning in his bed. He honestly didn't remember going to bed but he was here now.
He got up and started quietly packing the final things for the trip. He wasn't sure if he wasn't packing enough but he didn't feel like he wanted to bring a lot. Material stuff is over rated most of the time.
Eventually Joxter poked his head in the room and whispered to Snufkin so as to not wake up the others. "Hey, are you ready?"
Snufkin nodded and picked up his backpack, slinging it on.
Joxter lead the way outside, backpack on his shoulders. "I have a few ideas where we should go but I don't know if the valley would be ready yet seeing as it is still cold there."
Snufkin stood still in confusion.
"Moomin's tend to hibernate through the winter. I will admit that it is warmer here than in the valley."
Snufkin nodded.
"Alright, we should be off then." Joxter started walking into the forest with Snufkin following behind.
Snufkin looked around at the trees noticing how quiet it was out here. It is so open, so silent, so relaxing. He loved it.
Joxter glanced back and smiled. "Do you know any songs on that harmonica of yours?"
Snufkin looked up at Joxter before looking down.
"Nothing?"
Snufkin shook his head.
"I could teach you one."
Snufkin let out a silent breath and shook his head.
"It wouldn't be any trouble to teach you one."
Snufkin looked down and pulled out his harmonica before blowing into it.
No sound came out.
Joxter winced. That's why... "Oh, got it."
Snufkin carefully pocketed his harmonica and gripped his backpack straps, not even looking around anymore.
Joxter sighed. "We'll figure out how to make you visible again, don't worry."
Snufkin just shrugged.
...
The two travelled till late in the afternoon. Eventually they decided to set up camp. The two worked together setting up the tent and the Joxter showed Snufkin how to make a fire.
After they ate a meal Joxter tilted his head as if listening for something.
Snufkin copied trying to hear. His invisible face scrunched up not hearing anything weird.
"...Do you hear that?"
Snufkin's hat tilted downwards before invisible hands took it off.
"The crickets and the breeze is making music."
Snufkin tilted his head again trying to listen. After a moment he heard what Joxter was talking about. It was really peaceful.
Joxter listened for a moment before pulling out his own harmonica and playing a peaceful tune.
Snufkin pulled his own harmonica out and looked at it before putting it up to his lips and giving a gentle blow.
Nothing came out but... maybe one day.
As the Joxter played, Snufkin started to think of what the song could be.
The song could be like leaves in the wind.
Or maybe roses from different places.
The blue birds could be singing.
The song could also be change though.
Everything could just stay the same but that would be strange.
This is just a song that Joxter's playing but, change is a thing that will be happening as they travel far away.
A/N: Hey so, sorry it took so long to update. I was trying to think of some ideas for what they should do or come across before making it to Moominvalley. Thank you for reading though!