It had been a long week for Pip, it was taking longer than expected for him to adjust to the weight of carrying his new sword. The rain only made it more difficult for him to keep a good grip.

The ground faded from a pink into the dark blue night-time brings, and Pip searched for a place to sit for a few hours while he waited for the sun to return. Placing his shiny new sword into the ground, he sat comfortably on the grass and stared out into the horizon, listening to the sounds of rain, and glass trinkets hanging from the trees, hitting each other in the wind.

Before long, the silhouette of a familiar friend came into view. He couldn’t be happier to see such an old friend here.