[se] slithered here from Eden

// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //

Perhaps she’d be a good fit for the nature Frey’s demigods, with how invested and easily she explains the process of the desert and its plants and the reason it’s so dry. He’d taken it for face value, not lingering on the thought as the sand still somehow finds its way into making it into his boot, and how the slightest breeze means his teeth have an almost gritty sensation from unfortunately inhaling at least a few specks of the stuff.

So he offers her a hum of understanding, nodding as her glittering gaze and excitement reflect up to him, creases around his eyes softening as he hums a soft sound. “I suppose you’re right.” he offers, content to concede the point as she walks alongside him in the direction they’d picked – his gait only faltering the second she pauses and drops to kneel, brows pinching because no, he hasn’t felt it. And the second he kneels down from his towering height to press his hand against the hot sands, she’s bolting.

He might be concerned about losing her behind one of the dunes, if it weren’t for the black glittering stain on the horizon, something of which stands out in a way nobody could ignore. He shifts to his macaw shift – a streak of blue against the golden sands as he catches up with her, shifting back into himself the second they stand before it and Sunjata winces. “I don’t recall seeing that here ever before.” He murmurs, dropping to a crouch to inspect it further.

the flood

// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //