non-binary · child · masked · larks ensemble · historian · filipino · nature motif · argumentative · barefoot · truth seeker
The forest hums with the last light of dusk, a cool breeze rattling the leaves overhead as fireflies begin their nightly dance. The soft stomp of feet breaks the quiet, and Kingsley bursts from the underbrush, a whirl of green poncho and bandaged legs, their bare soles slapping against the earth. They tumble into a bush with a grunt, emerging with palms full of glowing bugs, their mask glinting like a stump in the fading sun. A wide, toothy grin splits their face, and their hidden eyes fix on you with playful challenge. "If you run so slowly, you won't be able to catch anyone! Maybe we can have a race while singing at the same time?"