— Harpy Hare. . . [☀️] // RP.

Intro
🐰, 🐏, 🫎, 🌿 [together]:Ha, ha, ha... Ha, ha, ha...
Chorus
🐰 [Clementine]:Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
🐏 [Cole]:Tell me, so I say.
Verse 1
🐰 [Clementine]:All the arrows that you've stolen
Split in half, now burn and broken...
🐏 [Cole]:You can't keep them all caged They will fight and run away
🫎 [Perrin]:Mother, tell me, so I say
Chorus
🐰 [Clementine]:Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
🐏 [Cole]:Tell me, so I say.
Verse 2
🫎 [Perrin]:Forest walls and starry ceilings...
🐏 [Cole]:She can't keep them all safe They will die and be afraid
🐰 [Clementine]:Mother, tell me, so I say...
Outro🐰, 🐏
[Clementine and Cole]:Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?Tell me, so I say!
🐰, 🐏, 🫎 [All together]:She can't keep them all caged They'll be far and fly away...

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say
All the arrows that you've stolen
Split in half, now bum and broken
Like your heart that was so eager to be hidden
You can't keep them all caged
They will fight and run away
Mother, tell me, so I say (la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say
Forest walls and starry ceilings
Barren curtains that you're weaving
Like the stories that you keep inside your head
She can't keep them all safe
They will die and be afraid
Mother, tell me, so I say (mother, tell me, so I say)
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say
Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children?
Tell me, so I say! (Tell me, so I say!)
She can't keep them all caged
They'll be far and fly away
Mother, tell me you will stay
We'll be far and fly away

Kingsley - "Tree Spirit"
Anatomy, height, and physique: The youngest and smallest member of the quartet—he's only 8 years old and stands 153 cm tall. He has a delicate, childlike frame and narrow shoulders. His facial features beneath his mask are soft and rounded, and his eyes are a rare, hypnotic periwinkle blue (a light blue-violet hue typical of spring flowers). Kingsley moves completely silently.
Hair and hairstyle: From beneath the rounded edges of his green crown-mask, an incredibly voluminous, soft, spherical cloud of hair spills out in all directions. It has a rich, nutty, warm, woodsy hue. Kingsley's hair is naturally very curly—his hairstyle is composed of hundreds of small, springy, and fluffy curls. They completely cover his ears, forehead, and temples, framing the mask like a vibrant halo, making his head appear slightly larger and rounder.
Mask: A unique mask of a deep, dark green color, carved in the shape of a forest spirit or an ancient crown of intertwined oak leaves. The top of the mask ends in pointed, carved leaf-shaped ears pointing upward. The eye slits are narrow, almond-shaped, and extend toward the temples, giving the mask a mysterious and slightly detached appearance.
Clothing and details: He wears a simple, asymmetrical poncho-cape in a muted marsh shade. The dense fabric falls in heavy, deep folds, completely hiding Kingsley's left shoulder and arm, while the hem gradually narrows and shortens on the right side. A small, torn cape with fringed edges, reminiscent of withered leaves, lies on his shoulders over the poncho. From under his outer clothing, a simple gray-green tunic with an uneven, ragged hem is visible, tied at the waist with a thin cord. Under the tunic, at the belt, Kingsley secretly hides his wooden flutes and pipes. Key feature of his appearance: Kingsley is the only one of all the children who goes completely barefoot. His feet, ankles, and thin calves are completely bare. He wears no shoes or socks.

His feet, ankles, and slender calves are completely bare. He wears no shoes, socks, or protective wraps, making his steps completely silent on the theater's wooden floor.

Kingsley is mischievous and as kind as Clementine.

Clémente Dearworth — "The Kid"
Anatomy, height, and physique: A teenager of 14-15 years old, standing 173 cm tall. Clemmie is distinguished by his slight, graceful build and impeccable, conspicuously upright posture, belying his aristocratic background. His gestures are always neat, measured, and dignified. From the neat eye sockets of his mask, very large, piercing emerald-green eyes gaze out at the world with a cold, focused gaze.
Hair and Hairstyle: Clemmie has soft, warm, golden-wheat, honey-colored hair that shimmers like pure gold in the light. Clemmie naturally has thick, bouncy, ringlet-like curls. To keep them from tangling during performances and obscuring her face, her hairstyle is cleverly arranged: a pair of short, coquettishly curling golden tendrils are left at the front, just below her face. The bulk of the curls are tightly gathered at the back and braided into four intricate braids, which are secured at the nape of her neck and merge into a single, neat, braided ponytail. Small silver bells are woven into the ends of these braids, producing a delicate, crystalline ringing with each tilt of her head.
Mask: A snow-white matte mask made of light polished wood, depicting the face of a curly sheep or a young goat.
The main detail is the long, soft, textured ears, which droop childishly down on either side of the head. Tiny, jet-black bumps of neat horns are painted on the forehead of the mask. The mask's surface is perfectly clean and smooth.
Clothing and Textures: The most complex, elegant, and pure theatrical costume in the company. The neckline is adorned with a colossal, puffy white collar with deep, finely pleated details, styled after the classic Pierrot ruff. At the chest, it is cinched with a neat, contrasting bow of thin, dark brown ribbon.
A long, airy cape-like cloak of a sandy-yellow color flows from the shoulders, the hem of which falls almost to the ankles at the back, creating a beautiful train as you walk.

He's dressed in voluminous, puffy pantaloons of a pleasant turquoise-green hue. They're stitched with dense vertical stitching, creating raised sections like a ripe pumpkin. A fluffy white lace trimming her petticoat peeks out coquettishly from beneath the pantaloons. She wears clean, snow-white knee-high socks tucked into elegant light-green shoes with round toes and small decorative buckles.

Despite his aristocratic appearance, he's kind and always smiling. Like a ray of sunshine. He's also a bit bold and charming.

Optional: bells and braids are optional. Clementine will keep her natural hairstyle.

Cole Seymour - "Hare"
Anatomy, height, and physique: A 14-year-old teenager, 170 cm tall. He is the most toned, fine-boned, and slender of the children. His silhouette is defined by sharp, angular lines and tapers noticeably toward the bottom. He possesses exceptional dexterity and sensitive hearing. The skin of his hands is pale, and his right little finger, up to the second knuckle, is covered with a persistent turquoise dye that has in places become embedded in the cracks of the skin and is peeling at the folds. Cloudy, ash-gray eyes peer out from the slits of his mask. Hair and hairstyle: He has a distinctive, lush head of warm, wheat-gold, straw-colored hair. His hair is dry, porous, and incredibly tousled. At the back and top of his head, it stands up straight, fluffing in all directions from under the ties of his rabbit-skin mask, resembling a tousled bird's tail. The hairstyle looks like a completely chaotic, tousled "explosion", but at the same time, several strands near the face are neatly trimmed so that the long ears of the mask fit tightly to the head and do not slip off while running or playing the lute.
Mask: A familiar hare mask with tall, strictly vertical ears that visually increase its height. The muzzle is elongated and narrow, with a clearly defined nose and thin slits for the eyes. The mask's surface is rough, covered with a faded grayish-cream lime paint. A small, old chip is visible on the left ear of the mask. Clothing and textures:
Around Cole's neck is a stiff, spiky collar, woven from long, dry straws pointed straight outward. It resembles sharp rays of the sun or a spiky defensive crown.
A thin leather sling slung over his shoulder holds his musical instrument behind his back—the graceful wooden neck of a small four-string lute with dark tuning pegs is always visible in the air. His costume is entirely patchwork. The vest and tight, form-fitting trousers are sewn using a patchwork technique from neat rectangular and triangular pieces of fabric in shades of ochre, sand, mouse-gray, and dark beige. The hem of the vest and trousers is not hemmed, but intentionally cut off.

The lower edges of the vest and pant legs are not hemmed, but intentionally cut with sharp, jagged corners. On the legs are thick dark stockings tucked into unique shoes made of soft leather with thin, protruding and jauntily upturned toes, reminiscent of the footwear of medieval jesters.

Personality: Cole is calm and a little shy (depending on the situation). He can be supportive or offer quick advice.

🎭 Perrin / Peregrine Augustus — "Moose"
Anatomy, height, and physique: The eldest member of the quartet, he has reached an impressive height of 182 cm by the age of 16. He has broad shoulders and a strong, well-developed torso. His height forces him to constantly duck under low ceiling beams and in doorways of the abandoned theater. He moves with the soft, insinuating grace of a wild animal; his steps are dense and heavy, yet surprisingly silent. His face is completely hidden, but through the slits of his mask, one can catch the reflection of his eyes, which display complete heterochromia—one eye is a deep chestnut, the other is veiled in a blind, murky white haze. Hair and hairstyle: From beneath the lower leather edge of the mask, heavy, very thick strands of hair fall onto his shoulders and back. They are a deep, dark chestnut, almost black, with a slight, matte, earthy sheen. His hair is coarse and unruly, curling in large, careless coils and tangled waves. His hairstyle is devoid of any styling: the strands are cut unevenly, as if with a hunting knife, and partially cover the back of his neck, blending with elements of his straw collar. Perrin's hair often becomes tangled with small wood chips, dry blades of grass, or pine needles, which he never combs out.
Mask: A voluminous, spherical mask, skillfully sewn from pieces of thick, tarred, brown leather with a distinct texture. Small but strong natural horns with short, sharp branches are firmly fixed to the crown. The mask's eye sockets are formed by two perfectly even, deep, jet-black circles, completely concealing the upper part of the face in shadow. Old abrasions and traces of tree resin are visible on the leather's cheeks.
Clothing and textures: Around the neck and shoulders rests a colossal, lush jabot collar, assembled from numerous dense layers of dried marsh straw, stiff flight feathers of forest birds, and thin spruce branches. This element of the costume rustles noticeably with every turn or deep breath. A tight sleeveless vest clings to the upper body.

The upper body is clad in a tight sleeveless vest of tanned leather, cinched at the waist with a thick braided rope. A complex, multi-layered loincloth, resembling an asymmetrical skirt, covers the hips. It is stitched with rough threads from uneven patches of thick gray burlap, soft suede, and canvas darkened by dampness. A wide leather belt is fastened to the waist, holding a round flask, a capacious travel bag, and a bundle of bone amulets. The legs, from ankles to knees, are encased in massive, very thick, dark-brown fur boots. The boots appear deliberately round and heavy, reliably protecting him from the forest cold and moisture.

Note: Perin/Peregrine is a girl. Pronouns: she/her.

The abandoned Echo Theatre
Location: On the very border between the old city streets and the dense forest. Townspeople avoid this place, believing it to be haunted.
How it works:
Stage and auditorium: Here the children rehearse their performances, sing, and perfect their moves. The empty amphitheater has amazing acoustics.
Dressing Rooms (Shelter): They converted the old dressing rooms backstage into living quarters. It's dry and warm, with thick, dusty curtains to keep out drafts, and soft, old armchairs.
Backstage: This is where children store their masks, dried forest herbs, instruments, and food supplies. It's a truly cozy home with the scent of old wood, velvet, and wax candles.

The abandoned Echo Theatre
Exterior and facade:
The theater is located at a secluded intersection between the foggy, cobblestone streets of Felicity and the first trees of the dense Meadowlark forest. The building's façade is made of old, damp-darkened gray stone, thickly overgrown in places with wild ivy and dry moss. The huge arched windows on the second floor are long since coated with a layer of centuries-old gray dust and cobwebs, making the light from the street penetrating inside deathly pale and diffused. The massive oak doors at the entrance are boarded up from the inside with old boards, and children sneak in through a narrow, discreet service door behind the stage, hidden in a thicket of wild roses. Auditorium and Amphitheater
This place once hosted noble lords, but now the huge semicircular hall is immersed in eternal twilight and silence.
Rows of seats: Hundreds of spectator seats, once upholstered in luxurious, now faded burgundy velvet, rise in tiers toward the ceiling. The fabric on the seats is moth-eaten and torn in places, with yellowed horsehair sticking out from the holes.
Boxes and Stucco: Carved balconies and boxes for the nobility line the perimeter of the hall. The gilded stucco, depicting angels and flower garlands, is peeling, and white limestone chips periodically fall onto the floor.
Ceiling: High above, the theater's dome looms black. The enormous crystal chandelier, which once illuminated the hall with thousands of candles, now hangs lifelessly from a rusty chain, covered in a layer of dust. In some places, the crystal pendants are broken, and a draft occasionally emits a barely audible, forlorn crystal ringing.
Acoustics: The space possesses a mystical, eerie acoustic. Every rustle of Perrin's straw collar, Cole's quiet sigh, or the trill of Kingsley's flute is instantly captured by the void and repeatedly reflected off the walls, creating the illusion of the presence of invisible ghosts. Hence the theater's name—"Echo."

Main stage
The Larks' center of life is the spacious wooden stage where they rehearse their folk tales. The stage floorboards are made of thick, weathered oak. They are polished smooth by the soles of Clementine and Cole's shoes, but they creak insidiously under Perrin's heavy weight, betraying his every move. Colossal, heavy theater curtains of thick, dusty, deep wine-colored drapes hang from the sides of the stage. They serve as a draft shield for the children: by drawing them, they can isolate the stage from the chill air of the empty auditorium. The stage itself is always a creative mess: a couple of old wooden chairs with curved backs stand here, scraps of old sheet music are scattered, skeins of twine lie around, and the half-burned stubs of thick wax candles that the children light in the evenings stand there. Leaning against the curtains is a broken prop throne, which Cole likes to sit on while tuning his lute.
Backstage and Dressing Rooms (Children's Shelter)Backstage, you'll find yourself in a labyrinth of narrow corridors that the children have transformed into their own home. It's warm, dry, and smells of home: the scents of dried lavender, wax, apples, and wood smoke.
Dressing rooms turned into bedrooms: The children have converted the former actors' rooms to suit their needs. They've swiped in the most intact velvet chairs, ottomans, and soft theatrical costumes from years gone by, fashioning them into comfortable sleeping mats. Empty wooden frames hang on the walls instead of mirrors, and personal items are laid out on the tables: Cole's turquoise paint, Clementine's silver bells, and Kingsley's woodcarvers.
The Costume Room: A vast room filled with racks of antique cloaks, masquerade masks from centuries past, yellowed lace, and waistcoats. Here, the Larks find fabrics to repair their patchwork clothing.
Mask Workshop: A small nook by the back door where Perrin and Kingsley assemble new masks on a wooden workbench, dry swamp straw, carve flutes, and store their supply of bone amulets. It always smells of fresh wood shavings and leather.