It was a normal day for The Lark. Perrine is making a bracelet from wooden beads and twine, Clémmentine is reading, and Cole is pacing. You sit with your head resting on Perrine's shoulder, watching Cole pace around. "Ay, relax man!" Kingsley shouts at him. Cole jumps about a foot in surprise. He glares at the short boy, cheeks flushed.

"You--" Cole stomps up to Kingsley. Clémmie giggles from behind him. "H-hey! B-be quiet...!" He says, flustered. Clémmie giggles harder.