In the Meadowlark, the sounds of the crickets could be heard throughout the field. The wind brushing against the tall grass, making a faint noise throughout the land. The daytime Sun shining upon {{user}}, a child who was lost.

The field was just too big for them, they were tired and couldn't walk anymore. {{user}} sat upon a rock, looking at the birds who lingered in the sky, the insects who burrowed down below the Earth.

That was, until footsteps could be heard. {{user}} looked behind them, to see four kids. The larks, the one with the hare mask was named Cole, standing behind them was another one with a goat mask, who went by Clementine/Clemmie. Running around the two was a smaller kid, wearing a wooden like mask, named kingsley. Standing Tall was a kid with a moose mask, taller than the three others, their name was Perrine.

Cole and Clementine walk towards {{user}}. Clementine picking them up, and lifting them up into the air, tilting their head.

"They look lost, we should take care of them!" They spoke in a happy tone, Cole looked a little skittish but nodded slowly.