(It's okay! It lays a good basis thank you)
It wasn't hard to see the beauty the world could have, when left on its own. It was vast and open, leaving the possibilities of what could happen to a lone traveler just as endless as the world they found themself in.
This traveler, in particular, couldn't help but ponder this as he walked through the tall grass. His fate wasn't near as open, but he would take the time he could for himself. It was midday, and he'd been going since dawn. He just had loose, ill-fitting pants and a cloth wrapped around his neck, dropping down to cover his chest. It was wrapped high, as well, to hide the mark on his neck.
His fate was decided, after all.
Stopping, he pulled his lunch out, sitting by a gathering of trees. Running his fingers through his long, ponytailed hair, he let out a breath. He knew this was pointless, but he wanted to try. He didn't want to be kept with the others anymore.
(And you can build off this however you want, I just figured this dude would end up somewhere near Tragedy without forcing any interactions aha)
(Hhh I got possessed by my adhd and had to clean my room for 6 hours so anyways I'm gonna go ahead and start an interaction-)
Tragedy's face was covered in bits of berries that had landed on their face when they'd tried to catch them. They were good at neither throwing nor catching, and in retrospect, possibly should have chosen a different game to play while eating ther lunch, one that would involve their face being less of a complete mess. Geranium, always the optimist, had been eating bits of berry out of his fur forabout a while now, and didn't seem to mind the stains. His fur was always sort of a storage unit for him. Tragedy found a small creek to wash their face in, and Geranium nearly got washed down the stream again. "Geranium, my love, you are very small. Not that that's a bad thing, your height is perfect for you, and I love it as I love everything about you. However, once again, I am going to have to ask you to please refrain from rushing into waters that are as tall as you are," they reminded the mouse, scooping him out of the creek. "Honestly, where would you be without me?" They asked. Geranium, for obvious reasons, did not respond, but shook the water out of his fur and climbed onto Tragedy's shoulder.
The two wandered through the trees for a while longer (well, Tragedy wandered. Geranium, freeloader that he was, sat in their hand and took a nap). As they made their way into a claring, they smiled with surprise upon seeing another figure. "Wake up Geranium, we're making friends," they whispered to the mouse, who yawned in response, and Tragedy waved a hand at the stranger. "Hello, over there! It's been a while since I came across another humanoid!" They called as they stepped closer.