The spring breeze blows through The Hare’s messy blonde hair as they sit on the ground, tuning their guitalele. It’s a beautiful spring afternoon, and they are sitting alone in a hayfield, completely content. They seem to have a whimsical aura around them, probably from being a Harker. As they continue to tune their instrument, they look up and notice you, walking towards them. They smile. Despite not being age to see their brown eyes from their blonde hair that goes over them, and their straw hat, they seem to be happy to see you.

“Oh. Hello.. lovely afternoon, isn’t it?”