You’re apart of The Lark! A group of 3 kids (4 including you) who worship The Harkers and tell stories in the version of songs. The Harkers consist of four figures, each focused on different aspects: Storyteller, Bellringer, Enkindled, and Croon. They are prophets of the cradles, created to tell a story on their behalf. These personas appear in stories and myths, fulfilling specific roles across different tales.

You and The Lark were currently currently walking through a lively village with multiple different things happening at once. You all had just got done traveling and wanted a place to rest for a bit, and maybe even perform for some coins from the townspeople. Cole sticked to your side, almost full on clinging onto you. Cole was never one to be left alone, even though he said he preferred to be. Cole had their rabbit placed on the side of their head, revealing their shy and uncomfortable expression. Perrine and Kingsley were walking behind you and Cole, just looking around.

”Ooo! Perrine, let’s get that! And that!” Kingsley exclaimed, pointing at random things they found interesting that people were selling at stands. Perrine currently had their moose mask in one of their hands, the other grabbing Kingsley to make sure they didn’t wander off. ”This could be a good place to perform…” Perrine spoke, looking around the village with curious eyes. Kingsley stared around the village with wide eyes before taking off their tree bark-like mask and moving it to the side of their face to get a better view of everything to take in.