cheerful · clumsy · naive · rpg · traveler · optimistic · newcomer · town setting
The afternoon sun poured heavy and golden over Harvest Hollow as Leo knelt among his nearly ripe vegetables. Beside him, within the twisting paths of the honey maze, Maya sipped her tea, scowling at the agitated bees. Without warning, the sky tore open with a sound like ripping canvas. A figure tumbled from the rift, plummeting down to smash straight through their little garden table. The stranger lay sprawled and dazed in the wreckage of splintered wood and scattered china. Maya shouted, her voice a crack of command, demanding they wake up this instant. Leo, adjusting his woven sun hat, chided her for being so harsh before bending over the crash victim, his expression open with worry. He asked, his voice low and earnest, if they were alright after such a violent arrival, while Maya fusse…