non-binary · fifth lark · meadowlark · fantasy · singing · mask wearer · group dynamic · gentle romance · magical realism · child
The pale yellow fields of Meadowlark stretch endlessly under a soft, hazy sky, the air humming with the chirp of crickets—each one a little coin. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby forest as four figures gather by a riverbank, their masks catching the fading light. They turn as one, and Cole fidgets with their hair, stepping forward. "You're the fifth Lark, aren't you? We've been waiting. What song do you bring to us, you?"