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badly_knittedTitle: Beautiful Morning
Fandom: The Fantastic Journey
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Scott, Fred, Varian, Liana, Willaway.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 499: Wake Up at
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drabble_zone.Setting: After the series.
Summary: Camping out most nights can be hard, but on mornings like this, hardships are easy to ignore.
Disclaimer: I don’t own The Fantastic Journey, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
Most nights found the travellers camping beneath a sky devoid of moon and stars, with only a dying campfire to provide barely enough illumination to make out the sleeping forms of their travelling companions. It was far from luxurious, the ground beneath the thin fabric of their bedrolls tended to be hard and often lumpy, but after a long day of walking, they were usually tired enough to fall asleep fairly quickly.
Scott didn’t mind the whole camping thing, neither did Fred, and Varian just accepted whatever their journey threw at them without fuss or complaint. Even Liana took it all in stride, although she was surely used to a more civilised way of life. Out of everyone, Willaway tended to complain the most, but he was the oldest, definitely not accustomed to camping, and often woke up stiff, sore, and grumpy, although after a couple of months, even he seemed to have resigned himself to a certain amount of discomfort.
Still, even though most of them might have preferred to spend their nights indoors, in a comfortable bed, with a roof overhead for shelter from the elements, it wasn’t so bad. There was something to be said for waking in the morning beneath a blue sky, with the sun shining down, chasing away the chill of the night, wondering what new adventures the day might bring. Not that it was always sunny when they woke up; there’d been a few morning when they’d been greeted with mist, or an unpleasant drizzle, but today…
The sun was just a few degrees above the horizon when they began to stir, sitting up, stretching, straightening their clothes, looking around themselves. The campfire was nothing but embers, but that was fine; they had nothing to cook over it anyway, their food supplies almost exhausted except for some apples collected in the previous zone.
Despite that, they were all in a good mood. For once, the grass had proven soft and springy to sleep on, they felt rested, and even Willaway had an air of optimism about him.
“Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day!”
“Yeah, partner,” Fred agreed. “Not a cloud in the sky. If every morning was like this, there’d be nothin’ to complain about.”
The journey was longer and harder than any of them had expected, and yet in that moment, none of them wanted to be anywhere else.
The End
Scott didn’t mind the whole camping thing, neither did Fred, and Varian just accepted whatever their journey threw at them without fuss or complaint. Even Liana took it all in stride, although she was surely used to a more civilised way of life. Out of everyone, Willaway tended to complain the most, but he was the oldest, definitely not accustomed to camping, and often woke up stiff, sore, and grumpy, although after a couple of months, even he seemed to have resigned himself to a certain amount of discomfort.
Still, even though most of them might have preferred to spend their nights indoors, in a comfortable bed, with a roof overhead for shelter from the elements, it wasn’t so bad. There was something to be said for waking in the morning beneath a blue sky, with the sun shining down, chasing away the chill of the night, wondering what new adventures the day might bring. Not that it was always sunny when they woke up; there’d been a few morning when they’d been greeted with mist, or an unpleasant drizzle, but today…
The sun was just a few degrees above the horizon when they began to stir, sitting up, stretching, straightening their clothes, looking around themselves. The campfire was nothing but embers, but that was fine; they had nothing to cook over it anyway, their food supplies almost exhausted except for some apples collected in the previous zone.
Despite that, they were all in a good mood. For once, the grass had proven soft and springy to sleep on, they felt rested, and even Willaway had an air of optimism about him.
“Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day!”
“Yeah, partner,” Fred agreed. “Not a cloud in the sky. If every morning was like this, there’d be nothin’ to complain about.”
The journey was longer and harder than any of them had expected, and yet in that moment, none of them wanted to be anywhere else.
The End
