you promised me sunshine, why's it gloomy? we'll wait 'til the night to catch the moonbeam
The pale hawk drifts closer and the larger macaw settles in the snow – wings expanded, letting the length of his primaries pierce the soft snow as she approaches. It’s a dance of sorts, to try and not let too much of each other loose – but it’s a losing battle, because they’re not going to get anywhere unless they let one another in. He had expected it to be easy, hadn’t expected her injury and fear to cause issues when it comes to flight. But she tries and tries, at first.
My father snapped my wing. I couldn’t fly for months. She should remember, surely. The nights of Nate setting his wing, of the nights of the bandage that kept it closed while it healed. Even still, even not in the form it had been snapped in, there’s the pale dusting of scars that peek beneath the deep blues.
He can feel her at war with herself, with the way she snaps her wings shut and she grows stubborn and Sunjata hops closer, against his better judgement, to offer the warmth of a wing and the click of his curved beak. You have to let go, Ru. It comes as a slight whisper. If you fall I will catch you. He has more than enough shifts to catch her if she goes down, and if it’s that which worries her, she needs to let go.
Don’t try to control the hawk. Let the hawk control you. Let it become you.
My father snapped my wing. I couldn’t fly for months. She should remember, surely. The nights of Nate setting his wing, of the nights of the bandage that kept it closed while it healed. Even still, even not in the form it had been snapped in, there’s the pale dusting of scars that peek beneath the deep blues.
He can feel her at war with herself, with the way she snaps her wings shut and she grows stubborn and Sunjata hops closer, against his better judgement, to offer the warmth of a wing and the click of his curved beak. You have to let go, Ru. It comes as a slight whisper. If you fall I will catch you. He has more than enough shifts to catch her if she goes down, and if it’s that which worries her, she needs to let go.
Don’t try to control the hawk. Let the hawk control you. Let it become you.
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.
