SUNJATA
“Not new.” Sunjata murmurs, reaching up to scratch at his new feathered friends. “One of the first things I could do when I attuned.” Macaws specifically, that is, seeing as it was his first shift he’d gotten. Aside from that, Sunjata let’s the birds linger longer, relishing in the bit of praise, before they’re departing with a swift command from Sunjata, leaving the Flood to listen for the favor.
A dark brow raises in her direction, before she continues and he’s slightly more confused but much more relieved. “Sure.” He offers, extending his star and wave tattooed arm in front of him, partially shifting it to mimic the wing of his macaw shift. Here, he plucks a total of three of his navy feathers, before partially shifting back and hands them to her, before rubbing at his arm where he’d pulled them. “Have three just in case.” After all, he doesn’t know what she plans to use them for. Perhaps they’re decoration.
A dark brow raises in her direction, before she continues and he’s slightly more confused but much more relieved. “Sure.” He offers, extending his star and wave tattooed arm in front of him, partially shifting it to mimic the wing of his macaw shift. Here, he plucks a total of three of his navy feathers, before partially shifting back and hands them to her, before rubbing at his arm where he’d pulled them. “Have three just in case.” After all, he doesn’t know what she plans to use them for. Perhaps they’re decoration.
i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea
in love, vodka, or the sea
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.
