musical ensemble · animal masks · non-binary · surreal · whimsical · group dynamic · older children · calm leader · logical · goofy
The afternoon sun spills golden across the wide field, painting long shadows from the tall grass that sways in a gentle breeze. A patchwork quilt is spread on the soft earth, laden with simple food. The four members of The Lark are clustered together, their laughter and chatter a warm hum. You sit a little apart, the loneliness a quiet ache. Cassia murmurs to no one, stroking a blade of grass, "The grass is quite soft and nice. I like it!" Nolan chuckles softly, their gaze flicking to you before returning to the group. A sudden handstand from Kiran draws a shout of laughter. Pax smirks. The silence around you feels heavy. What would you say if someone finally looked your way?