if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
“Do I?” He asks as if he’s unaware – but the compliments from not only her have been heard and he’s surmised it to be just an additional perk from Frey as he’s grown stronger from that weak demigod he’d been stripped down into. Still, he hums a soft laugh as she hides away, as the flush overtakes her.
He nods as she explains what she is to do, though, and Sunjata steps past her, letting the stick fall from the watery grip he has on it to step over toward one of the larger rainbow hued rocks that sticks out of the ground. “Alright let’s see.” He rummages in his pocket for something, pulling out a ball of twine he’s kept with him for whatever reason, he gathers a few of the sticks and twines them together in a way that they might stand as a small target atop the rockery. And for added benefit, to give it a bit more of a larger appearance, he partially shifts his Pegasus shift in order to pluck three feathers from his set of tricolored wings to add to the top of it.
Once it’s set with a small rock to give it some weight as to not let it fall over immediately, Sunjata steps back toward Flora, gesturing to the pile of rocks at the ground. “Go ahead and pick up a few rocks and we’ll see if you can hit that little target there. And if you can, we’ll move on.” As if for emphasis (though without a rock to knock it over), Sunjata waves his hand again, summoning a small sphere of water, and tosses it through the air at the target only to have it drop a few inches before it, splattering against the rock and wetting the twine, sticks, and feathers in the process.
He nods as she explains what she is to do, though, and Sunjata steps past her, letting the stick fall from the watery grip he has on it to step over toward one of the larger rainbow hued rocks that sticks out of the ground. “Alright let’s see.” He rummages in his pocket for something, pulling out a ball of twine he’s kept with him for whatever reason, he gathers a few of the sticks and twines them together in a way that they might stand as a small target atop the rockery. And for added benefit, to give it a bit more of a larger appearance, he partially shifts his Pegasus shift in order to pluck three feathers from his set of tricolored wings to add to the top of it.
Once it’s set with a small rock to give it some weight as to not let it fall over immediately, Sunjata steps back toward Flora, gesturing to the pile of rocks at the ground. “Go ahead and pick up a few rocks and we’ll see if you can hit that little target there. And if you can, we’ll move on.” As if for emphasis (though without a rock to knock it over), Sunjata waves his hand again, summoning a small sphere of water, and tosses it through the air at the target only to have it drop a few inches before it, splattering against the rock and wetting the twine, sticks, and feathers in the process.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
