[It's raining. It's raining pretty hard, actually, and the boy huddled in front of the camera looks about soaked through to the bone, and positively miserable. At least he seems to have found a safe place to sit, his Watchhog huddled up under one arm and his Musharna sprawled across his lap asleep.
But that doesn't help the sleepless circles under his eyes or the limp, wet hair sticking to his forehead almost down into his eyes.]
Who do you miss most? From back home. Or what, I guess, if you miss something more than somebody.
[He sniffles miserably and swipes the sleeve of his jacket (now too short for his arms, leaving about three inches of wrist visible at the end of each sleeve) across his nose, his other hand running along the smooth fur of the Musharna in his lap.]
...I miss my mom and dad...
But that doesn't help the sleepless circles under his eyes or the limp, wet hair sticking to his forehead almost down into his eyes.]
Who do you miss most? From back home. Or what, I guess, if you miss something more than somebody.
[He sniffles miserably and swipes the sleeve of his jacket (now too short for his arms, leaving about three inches of wrist visible at the end of each sleeve) across his nose, his other hand running along the smooth fur of the Musharna in his lap.]
...I miss my mom and dad...