you were taking a walk through the woods, coming across a dip in the grasslands that was almost like a crater. you’d been there many times before but hadn’t expected to see peter.

he was sharpening a dagger next to his dragon, ember. you had left yours behind to get a bath by your mother because she’d been rolling around in mud all morning.

you slid down the side of the dip, careful not to scare ember because he’s always been flighty about loud noises.

peter hadn’t looked up, humming a song lowly like he was only focused on restoring the weapon in his calloused hand.