this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
It’s a rare sight indeed when someone simply just… Sits within the cathedral of coral and speaks to themselves. And yet, Sunjata shouldn’t be entirely surprised. He watches in his macaw form, navy feathers spread and circling above before drifting closer to hear the words that are offered, the questions that run through his head. The face is familiar, in a way. Not that he’s spoken to this man but likely seen the guy around a few times…
And he’s the Arbiter now, so it would make sense wouldn’t it? To stop by and see what the man was like?
He drops lower, landing on the sand with a slight thump, tucking feathers in tight and letting his yellow ringed gaze inspect the man within. “Hello.” Sunjata croaks toward the stranger, not at all uncommon for a macaw to say – let alone one of the parrots here in Torchline. And then he waits, watching curiously, working his beak ever so slightly.
And he’s the Arbiter now, so it would make sense wouldn’t it? To stop by and see what the man was like?
He drops lower, landing on the sand with a slight thump, tucking feathers in tight and letting his yellow ringed gaze inspect the man within. “Hello.” Sunjata croaks toward the stranger, not at all uncommon for a macaw to say – let alone one of the parrots here in Torchline. And then he waits, watching curiously, working his beak ever so slightly.
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.
