[second journey: action]
[Rudy shivered as he clutched his cloak and looked up at the sky. The view from the tree he was sitting it was wasn't really much better than if he was on the ground, but it was enough of a novelty in itself for him. It was certainly different from his world, that was for sure. It was unfortunate that he was more or less forced to stay in the village for this thanks to the fae, which his wanderlust particularly didn't agree with, but he only let out a deep breath and pulled a harmonica out of his pocket.
It had seen its fair share of nicks and scratches, but the metallic sheen and the engravings still remained. Still, those imperfections were full of memories. ...Well, that was what he liked to think. Thinking about it that way made it easier to play a song, anyway.]
It had seen its fair share of nicks and scratches, but the metallic sheen and the engravings still remained. Still, those imperfections were full of memories. ...Well, that was what he liked to think. Thinking about it that way made it easier to play a song, anyway.]