SuNjATA
the flood
As Sunjata returns, Kaimana’s question reaches his ears curiously. How far? He’s really not interested in walking, and so he considers the griffin settled on the man’s head as the thoughts run through his head. If it felt just about half as strong just going across the street, he imagines it’ll probably be double the distance until it’s just a light flicker. And so he mentally tells Haai to stay, steel eyes meeting Kaimana’s freckled face again.
“I imagine it probably would. She’s still pretty young after all.” A thoughtful answer before he shifts to his macaw form, navy wings spreading as he takes to the sky and flies above the rooftops, calculating the distance before he perches and tries to feel her. It doesn’t work, empty on that end, and now with the information in hand, he soars back down to where the man and griffin are, shifting into himself with a small nod. “Didn’t feel it in that distance. It just… Dropped off I think.”
“I imagine it probably would. She’s still pretty young after all.” A thoughtful answer before he shifts to his macaw form, navy wings spreading as he takes to the sky and flies above the rooftops, calculating the distance before he perches and tries to feel her. It doesn’t work, empty on that end, and now with the information in hand, he soars back down to where the man and griffin are, shifting into himself with a small nod. “Didn’t feel it in that distance. It just… Dropped off I think.”
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
