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Ep 8. Vagabond

10/7/22

A sunny, cloudy blue sky pans down to the lush green valley of the Outskirts, where Comet is standing with their backpack on and staring towards the distant city. The wind blows at their cape and hat.
Comet pitches her tent and sets up camp, looking over her campsite once done. The next panels show her sitting on a mat in the grass drinking out of an orange cup, then happily making a small bird out of woven straw.
Holding a bushel of grains, Comet blows a single note on her flute, calling a small flock of white doves to come eat. As she feeds them, though, an unusually large crow comes down from the sky, landing next to her and studying her.
Smiling, Comet offers the crow some food, only to be left confused as it takes off without eating any. Later at sunset, she sits on her mat with her dinner untouched in front of her, notepad in one hand and pencil in the other.
A shot from over Comet's head shows that Comet is sketching the crow, with an annotation next to it on the page saying, Large corvid spotted in Outskirts. The next panel shows it's a little later, with the sun almost gone over the horizon, Comet's dinner eaten, their sketch and other notes glued into a leatherbound notebook, and their cloak and hat discarded on the grass. The next panel shows them standing in front of the almost-set sun, dumping a large pot of soapy water over themself.
Quietly, they look out again towards the city, washing their face. The next panel shows a shot from their point of view, showing that there's a single smokestack rising from the distant buildings. Comet hums thoughtfully, continuing their bath.
Finally, the sun has set, and the Outskirts are dark. Comet stares out from the open flaps of her tent, curled up in a blanket with her head resting on a pillow. She smiles as she thinks, I don't think I could live in the rings. But.
The next panel shows the city in the distance, lights on in the windows and several smokestacks now rising into the sky. Comet's thought continues, It's pretty, from far, far away. Still smiling, Comet closes her eyes to sleep, thinking, Like every place.
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