you promised me sunshine, why's it gloomy? we'll wait 'til the night to catch the moonbeam
The Oerwoud has quickly become one of his favorite places to stop. If, for no other reason, the hidden shrine in the tree branches where he has a chance to visit Frey without any eyes on him. Aside from that, the lush greenery and the tropical trees remind him of Torchline, of a wound that just won’t heal but one he can’t help but to continue to prod at.
And so the Flood is here, flying above the treetops in his dragon form, dropping low enough to shift and free fall in the air in the process, to his hyacinth macaw shift, able to flit through the trees and blend in easier. What he isn’t anticipating, however, is the fact that this particular tree he’s zipping through, harbors a woman lounging on one of the branches.
And Sunjata cuts short, the flash of blonde reminding him of his sister for a moment, enough that it distracts him and sends him into a branch, toppling through them until he lands directly on the branch opposite of her in a cloud of his own navy feathers. How dreadfully embarrassing.
And so the Flood is here, flying above the treetops in his dragon form, dropping low enough to shift and free fall in the air in the process, to his hyacinth macaw shift, able to flit through the trees and blend in easier. What he isn’t anticipating, however, is the fact that this particular tree he’s zipping through, harbors a woman lounging on one of the branches.
And Sunjata cuts short, the flash of blonde reminding him of his sister for a moment, enough that it distracts him and sends him into a branch, toppling through them until he lands directly on the branch opposite of her in a cloud of his own navy feathers. How dreadfully embarrassing.
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.
