[ At first, all that can be seen is grass. Thick, luscious, vibrant green grass, rolling and stretching right up to the distant feet of the blue-grey mountains that protect the sweet hideaway known as the Moominvalley. It's spring (at least by the looks of it) and the hills are thickly sprinkled with blossoms of red, yellow, blue and purple; there ( Read more... )

[ Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Can you hear that?

It's the unmistakable sound of a pair of small brown boots walking merrily through the snow, his steps light and regular as though he's thoroughly enjoying himself. There's silence for a short while, as though he hasn't noticed that he's knocked the Forge on, but then: ]

With pointed feet ( Read more... )

Of empty seas and rolling skies ( Read more... )