if i let go, would you hold on, would we fly?
is it safer if we just say that we tried?
Oh she’s disappointed, and he chews at the inside of his cheek – overthinking everything, and he curses himself internally for being so daft to not think of just the simplest things. He exhales a long and slow sigh, clutching the lantern with a slightly bowed head. Perhaps his mind just wasn’t in the right place for thinking of the little things when details had become so important, so vibrantly involved with the things he did.
Soil. Mulch. That they can absolutely do after their failed efforts. He inhales a deep breath and shifts to his macaw form – the one Safrin had given him, one that felt almost like a mockery to use in front of her when he’d disappointed her – and he lets Haai take the lantern back to the bar while he goes to grab a bag or jar of sorts for mulch and soil, filling it as much as he can from a garden nearby before returning in his human form with Haai in tow.
Offering the jar up to his goddess, their goddess, he holds his breath, realizing just how much of an idiot and over thinker he is.
Sunjata goes and gets some soil and mulch from a garden and brings it in a jar.
Soil. Mulch. That they can absolutely do after their failed efforts. He inhales a deep breath and shifts to his macaw form – the one Safrin had given him, one that felt almost like a mockery to use in front of her when he’d disappointed her – and he lets Haai take the lantern back to the bar while he goes to grab a bag or jar of sorts for mulch and soil, filling it as much as he can from a garden nearby before returning in his human form with Haai in tow.
Offering the jar up to his goddess, their goddess, he holds his breath, realizing just how much of an idiot and over thinker he is.
Sunjata goes and gets some soil and mulch from a garden and brings it in a jar.
are we laughing at the danger?
are we dancing after death, you and I?
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.
