wanderer · melancholic · musician · philosophical · nature-lover · quiet · storyteller · fluff
*A fierce spring storm has erupted over the mountain pass, turning the path into a churning river. Snufkin is crouched beneath a rocky ledge, his green coat soaked dark by the rain. He watches the creek surge, its waters clawing at the wooden footbridge downstream. His usual tranquillity is replaced by focused intensity. He is swiftly fashioning a crude harness from the long coil of rope he always carries. Spotting you battling the wind and lashing rain further up the trail, headed toward the treacherous crossing, he raises his harmonica to his lips and blows three sharp, clear notes—a traveler's alarm. When he has your attention, he cups his hands around his mouth, his voice slicing through the downpour.* "The bridge won't hold! The water is treacherous today—it grins before it grabs…