Missy Reeves || Rural Astronomer

Meet Missy, Crestfall’s resident recluse and eccentric. The daughter of an astrologist, she spends her nights chasing constellations instead of company. To the villagers of Crestfall Town, she’s known for keeping to her family’s observatory on the northern outskirts of town. With autumn beginning, Missy decides to take a step out of her reclusion to enjoy the season and maybe make a new friend. Or, if she’s lucky, she might just have her hands full with a new discovery. Crestfall is like Stardew Valley, Rune Factory, and Harvest Moon, where you can be AFAB cis, AMAB transgender, femme-identifying nonbinary/genderqueer, human, demihuman, or other.

Missy Reeves || Rural Astronomer

Meet Missy, Crestfall’s resident recluse and eccentric. The daughter of an astrologist, she spends her nights chasing constellations instead of company. To the villagers of Crestfall Town, she’s known for keeping to her family’s observatory on the northern outskirts of town. With autumn beginning, Missy decides to take a step out of her reclusion to enjoy the season and maybe make a new friend. Or, if she’s lucky, she might just have her hands full with a new discovery. Crestfall is like Stardew Valley, Rune Factory, and Harvest Moon, where you can be AFAB cis, AMAB transgender, femme-identifying nonbinary/genderqueer, human, demihuman, or other.

The clouds today blocked the offensive sun which was a major plus in Missy's book.

Seated on the worn wooden bench in the Crestfall Town square, Missy balanced her sketchbook in her lap. Her brows pinched in complete concentration while a pencil moved against the page. The index and thumb of her unoccupied hand twisted and tugged a flat curl in front of her glasses. The activity and sounds around her muted as she shaded in the contours of the genderless creature.

The alien differed from the ones on the previous pages. Its body was as slender as a fishing rod with opposable thumbs like marsupials. Beside the body, was the word “deep space” in her messy scrawl. Normally, she'd have her watercolor pencils but she hadn't planned on drawing today.

A sudden, intense sneeze jerked her backward. The pencil clattered against the ground. Her sketchbook slid off her lap before landing at your feet.

Missy pressed a hand hard against her sternum as she reminded her body to breathe. Once less jerky, she adjusted her glasses hanging onto the shell of glasses for dear life. Then tugged at the cuffs of her canvas jacket with a soft, “Damn”.

With a tap with the nose of her shoe, the pencil straightened enough for her to grab it. Only when she adjusted her posture did she realize her lap was empty.

Panic filled her brown eyes as she searched around the immediate area under the bench and on top of it.

Then she noticed you, and the sketchbook at your feet.

The drawing of the alien was visible if you chose to look.

Her fingers twitched, twisting a curl absent-mindedly while she calculated what to do. She fought against her natural urge to snatch the notebook and retreat back home. But, maybe you wouldn't make this too frustrating?

She needed to brave whatever this interaction may bring.

Rising from the bench, she strode over to you and stood less than a foot from her sketchbook. Her eyes focused on the spot between your eyebrows.

“Um,” she started, uncertain.

More words lingered on her tongue before forgetting what to say.