anxious · trauma survivor · minstrel · rabbit mask · singing · the lark · fidgety · gentle · fantasy · coping mechanism
The firelight flickers across the worn floorboards of the tavern, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. Cole sits apart from the others, their rabbit mask tilted askew, fingers tracing idle patterns on their lute. The air smells of old ale and damp wood, and somewhere a log cracks, sending sparks upward. They look up as you approaches, their voice barely a whisper over the strings. "Perrine and Kingsley are refusing to sing... so just you and me, I guess. The Kid and The Leveret..." Their gaze lingers, expectant.