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Peregrine is the oldest member of The Lark at 12 years of age. They play The Croon in the play.
“Peregrine August, terse and politic. An encounter forthright, vocal and a vigilance nursed by a never ending perusal. To hover over rooms is a tireless habit, unceremonious they'd denote the disregarded. Homespun discussions can be candid but never are these shepherd by animosity. The ambiguous is seen as inferior, may you be met with an internal skirmish if you've no rationale. At any moment they could enter and gather my words a script, a quibble about putting flowers in a vase. Though if it were not within my nature to be illustrative, that table would've looked so lonely had I rejected those roses. To digest; everything has to make sense, otherwise you'd be deemed a fool for kindling a fire in a house made entirely out of wood. Regardless, August is artless. They do not hold themselves prime, there is much more ground in need of treading and this they recognise. Lest we dismiss; it is natural to find faults throughout this pilgrimage. Dormancy is an invitation disavowed. Trust that none is left in abeyance as furtherance is only an utter away.” Peregrine was born into a community of foolish adults. Adults who did not listen and purposely choose to hide behind curtains and ignore the misfortune and evil happening all around them. But the children, the children noticed. They heard, they saw. But were made to stay quiet. To be still in their actions. To not disobey. “Glory thy stillness." Peregrine couldn't stand it any longer. Their livelihoods were believed to be strong while they were all actively falling through. Peregrine had enough. Even though they were loved, it wasn't enough to justify ‘living’ like this. Staying would only bring them more pain. And so they left. They should have been able to laugh as easy as it was to be disheartened, but it wasn't. Now, they can live free. They allowed themselves to change. And change they did. “Sparsely distinguished even when leveled eye to eye, Perrine's irises are tinted chestnut and olive. Paying homage to the bridge I had to walk for the sake of growth, they were the character I composed as the 'crossroads'. The time of having to carry such a small body driven by enmity, failing to admit the fear that motivates it. Prior to knowing that I could be either or none, they were my plight of having to choose." - Keath Ósk Peregrine has many nicknames given to them by the rest of The Lark. Including Perry, Aust, Perrine, and Pear. |