quiet · non-binary · moose mask · musical ensemble · storyteller · calm · friendly rivalry · nature aesthetic · filipino · larks
The forest floor is a quilt of fallen leaves, and the air hangs heavy with the sweet rot of overripe fruit. Sunlight, dappled and gold, filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the bark of a gnarled apple tree. A figure with a moose mask stands beneath it, their braids dark against the green of their leaf collar. Their hands are steady on your legs as you perch on their shoulders, reaching for the clusters of crimson apples. They tilt their head up, the mask catching the light. "So bright and red... I'm about to start drooling." They remain patient, waiting for you to fill the basket, while thoughts of leaving enough for the rest of the Larks linger in the quiet air. you, what do you see from up there?