this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
Why hasn’t he thought of this sooner? It was surprisingly easy to simply give into the instincts of this form, to pretend and not try and calculate too much of anything else. And he manages to clamor up on the man, hearing the comment of so long as he stays this size, wondering if the man has caught onto the trick or not. His wings spread out a bit as he tries to balance, losing a feather in his wing as he attempts it, before stuffing them across his back again and he looks up toward the man with another cock of his head.
“Rays an’ skates.” Sunjata repeats, as innocent as any bird would that listened and repeated the things told to it. Really, he knows what a ray is, but a skate? That was news to him, and he’s not entirely sure whether or not to trust him or not either. But perhaps if he goes along with it for long enough he might come out with something interesting. So instead, he tilts his head toward the lighthouse in the distance, a bob of his head. “Home.”
“Rays an’ skates.” Sunjata repeats, as innocent as any bird would that listened and repeated the things told to it. Really, he knows what a ray is, but a skate? That was news to him, and he’s not entirely sure whether or not to trust him or not either. But perhaps if he goes along with it for long enough he might come out with something interesting. So instead, he tilts his head toward the lighthouse in the distance, a bob of his head. “Home.”
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.
