you promised me sunshine, why's it gloomy? we'll wait 'til the night to catch the moonbeam
Her compliment does draw a chuckle out of him, something deep and resounding as he shrugs his tattooed, starry shoulders and heaves a heavy breath inward. “You could say that.” He pauses, to squint over at her with an amused, crooked grin. “Safrin, in particular, if you’re wondering.” And there’s a part of him that wonders if she even knows who he is, that not only was he favored by Safrin, but he was the father of one of her children, too.
But he keeps that tight behind his teeth, hidden under his tongue for a later time and whether she probes or not. She speaks of her shifts’ pros and cons and he listens easily, comparing and contrasting to the variety of his own to try and figure out what kind of shift she has. He perks up at her offer, though, stilling in whatever it is he’s doing to watch her. “Sure.” He offers easily right when her shape morphs from a beautiful woman in the grasses to a songbird, his steel gaze tracking her from the grass to the branch above him.
It doesn’t take him long to figure out which of his would be more common for her, something of ease. So he shifts into his own bird shift, the macaw’s navy wings helping take him to the branch beside her, a dark steel eye surrounded in vibrant yellow peers at her curiously. So if there was a large, lumbering beast – lets say the tree trunk is one, where would you strike first, little bird? He muses, using the Attuned bond to speak to her, amusement coating his side of the bond.
His head tilts back toward the tree trunk to see the knots and whirls in the bark that could almost be a face if you thought about it long enough.
But he keeps that tight behind his teeth, hidden under his tongue for a later time and whether she probes or not. She speaks of her shifts’ pros and cons and he listens easily, comparing and contrasting to the variety of his own to try and figure out what kind of shift she has. He perks up at her offer, though, stilling in whatever it is he’s doing to watch her. “Sure.” He offers easily right when her shape morphs from a beautiful woman in the grasses to a songbird, his steel gaze tracking her from the grass to the branch above him.
It doesn’t take him long to figure out which of his would be more common for her, something of ease. So he shifts into his own bird shift, the macaw’s navy wings helping take him to the branch beside her, a dark steel eye surrounded in vibrant yellow peers at her curiously. So if there was a large, lumbering beast – lets say the tree trunk is one, where would you strike first, little bird? He muses, using the Attuned bond to speak to her, amusement coating his side of the bond.
His head tilts back toward the tree trunk to see the knots and whirls in the bark that could almost be a face if you thought about it long enough.
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.
