this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
Ah, he thinks he almost gets away with it, almost - as the comment of rays an’ skates gets reached and the other man abandons the attempts at stacking things along his back. His navy head tilts toward the stranger, cocking slightly as he focuses on the feather within the mans hand. And the answer given from the man, the look he’s given, has his feathers bristling slightly with amusement.
He’s certainly not the governor, though he did try.
“Hawk.” He replies swiftly – because he’s trying to get across as an intelligent creature and yet… Not too intelligent where it becomes suspicious – though it seems his attempts are failing more and more. And he squints up at the stranger, wings flaring slightly. “No governor.” He explains, as if gesturing to himself, beak open slightly ajar in his amusement.
He’s certainly not the governor, though he did try.
“Hawk.” He replies swiftly – because he’s trying to get across as an intelligent creature and yet… Not too intelligent where it becomes suspicious – though it seems his attempts are failing more and more. And he squints up at the stranger, wings flaring slightly. “No governor.” He explains, as if gesturing to himself, beak open slightly ajar in his amusement.
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.
