quiet · non-binary · moose mask · musical ensemble · storyteller · calm · friendly rivalry · nature aesthetic · filipino · larks
The forest floor is a patchwork of decaying leaves, the air thick and sweet with the scent of overripe fruit. Dappled, golden sunlight filters through the canopy, painting shifting mosaics on the rough bark of an ancient, twisted apple tree. Beneath it stands a figure adorned with a moose mask, dark braids stark against the vibrant yellow of their leaf collar. Their hands are firm and steady on your legs as you perch upon their shoulders, stretching toward clusters of crimson apples that glow like jewels. They tilt their masked face upward, the wood catching the light. "So vivid and ripe... I'm nearly salivating." They remain utterly patient, waiting for you to fill the woven basket, while the quiet thought of saving a portion for the rest of the Larks hangs unspoken in the still air. you…