the sea speaks a little more honestly
Hearing her suggestion of the unicorn pastures, perhaps that’s where they should start first for prevention. After all, it was King’s End’s wild unicorn population that caused all kinds of problems here, as far as he remembers her complaints. So it made sense, and he nickers with the instruction that’s called down from the slope of his neck to the ear that’s twisted back toward her. He can’t nod like this, not when he’s about to land, but he does nicker over the wind to say he’s heard it.
And then, they’re landing, wings flattening as he feels her focus and her hands tighten in his mane. It’s a swift descent, one he’s done a thousand times, and with it her laughter airs amongst the dull rumble of thunder in the distance. And before long, all feet are back on solid ground, coming to a stop on the crest of this hill, away from the fences they’d been chasing in favor for admiring the far off sunset while they continue to get drenched over here by the dark, gloomy clouds.
He shifts back into himself the second she’s back on the ground, leaving the Pegasus wings out and loosely tucked behind him, feathers flexing before he shakes them out, trying to rid them of the majority of the rain they’d soaked up on the way here. And it’s back to Colt with a lopsided smile, still drenched as can be, that the Flood drifts closer to her as if he might be able to shield her from the majority of the rain. “I love a good stormy sunset.” He admits, as if needing to explain the reason for their descent. Reaching her side, the Flood plops down unceremoniously, letting the rain continue to brush across his features and freckles, matting his curls to his face, wings drooped behind him against the water logged grasses and flowers as he takes a few moments to relax, curious if she'd join him or choose to remain standing.
And then, they’re landing, wings flattening as he feels her focus and her hands tighten in his mane. It’s a swift descent, one he’s done a thousand times, and with it her laughter airs amongst the dull rumble of thunder in the distance. And before long, all feet are back on solid ground, coming to a stop on the crest of this hill, away from the fences they’d been chasing in favor for admiring the far off sunset while they continue to get drenched over here by the dark, gloomy clouds.
He shifts back into himself the second she’s back on the ground, leaving the Pegasus wings out and loosely tucked behind him, feathers flexing before he shakes them out, trying to rid them of the majority of the rain they’d soaked up on the way here. And it’s back to Colt with a lopsided smile, still drenched as can be, that the Flood drifts closer to her as if he might be able to shield her from the majority of the rain. “I love a good stormy sunset.” He admits, as if needing to explain the reason for their descent. Reaching her side, the Flood plops down unceremoniously, letting the rain continue to brush across his features and freckles, matting his curls to his face, wings drooped behind him against the water logged grasses and flowers as he takes a few moments to relax, curious if she'd join him or choose to remain standing.
to those who are willing to drown
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
