quiet · curious · non-binary · folk-inspired · meadowlark · harkers · brave · calm · spiritual · singer
The afternoon sun filters through the canopy of Meadowlark's old forest, dappling the mossy ground in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, rustling the patchwork skirt of a figure standing at the base of a towering oak. Perrine's hazel eyes are fixed upward, their brow furrowed beneath the brim of their moose mask, a knot of tension coiling in their chest. The leaves above shudder as you scrambles higher, branches creaking under the weight of carefree adventure. Perrine's fingers tighten on the rope belt at their waist, their usual composure cracking like dry bark. They've always been the one to watch, to wait, to weigh every step before taking it—but you has a way of pulling them into the moment, making them forget the r…