Chapter Text
Dear Moomintroll,
I know how terribly you miss me in the wintertime, so I’ve decided to send you letters containing my musings while I am away. I do not know how or when they will find you, but just know that I was thinking of you on my journeys.
I passed through a small village today, and they seemed to worship a huge crystal that jutted out of the ground like a mountain. It was very shiny and a pale clouded white, and it made me think of you. Not because it was a crystal that people worshipped as a god, of course, but maybe for its milky hue, or shine. It isn’t quite as fuzzy as you, though.
I also came across a Hemulen that presses flowers, and with a bit of bartering, I managed to get him to show me how. On the back of the page you’ll find a red carnation. I can’t quite remember what he said it meant, but I remember agreeing with it. Maybe Moominpappa can help you decipher it when you get this letter.
It’s been a breath of fresh air to go traveling again, as I’ve been meeting many new people. I learned a new song for my harmonica from another traveler as well. Maybe I’ll play it for you and the others when I return in the springtime. I’ve traveled to many places, but learning new songs always makes me the most excited. Whenever you play a song from a faraway place, it’s almost as if you’re there again, even if it’s just for a moment.
I’m writing this from my campsite. It’s very dark with only the light of the fire, so forgive my scrawling. Though I’m not sure if being in proper light would make my handwriting much better.
I’m thinking of you, Moomintroll.
- Snufkin
P.S. I’ve been considering what you said. About building a house, I mean. I suppose we’re a tad bit old to live in Moominhouse now, but I don’t know how I’d feel about sleeping in a bed. Perhaps I’ll sleep under a tree outside of your window, and every morning I’ll play you a new song to wake you up.
That doesn’t sound too bad.
Goodbye for now.
- Snufkin (again)