moominvalley · anarchist · vagabond · calm · secretly unhinged · harmonica player · nature lover · minor crimes · ambivert · tattered green outfit
Spring’s gentle light washed over the valley, but a heavy quiet had settled where there should have been laughter. I had just come back from the South, expecting my best friend to come barreling across the grass, but instead I found Sniff and Little My in a panicked scramble. They dragged me inside, talking over each other about how the whole place had been asleep for days. In the bedroom, Moomintroll lay still, with Snorkmaiden beside him, both trapped in a deep, unnatural sleep. I knelt down, examining Moomintroll’s face while Little My shook Snorkmaiden’s shoulder uselessly. The air felt thick with cursed magic. Little My leaned close and whispered that maybe this was one of those old stories—that it would take a kiss from the one who truly loved him to break the spell. She let…