Sunjata

The blue jay had been here before. This was the place he confided in his sister of his plans to bring destruction upon the Elephant General and all those that sided with him. This was the place where he had also apologized to the woman, her frustration and anger at him not hard to miss. This was also the place that he returned to, hoping perhaps to see his sister once again, to revel in her beautiful feathers and scent of the desert and home. Something familiar among the world of strange.

His heavy navy hooves stepped across the snow, his wings laid low as they drug across the snow – creating tiny little trenches wherever he walked. He was exhausted, and kept his head low toward the ground of snow. Sunjata wasn’t used to this type of weather – it was something that was of a rare occurrence back where he was from. And he found it difficult to migrate and move with snow building up on his feathers as well as his body – freezing to the bits and pieces of his mane as it stuck up in strange places. This weather was stupid and he was already so over it.

But, something in the distance captured his attention. At first it looked like a giant pile of leaves, the way it flapped and flailed against the wind and snow. And then, it stood up, angling its horn to the snow to dig. ’What the fuck?’ Sunjata wanted to say, his azure gaze never leaving the chocolate and white hybrid. His brows furrowed slightly, aiming his attention toward the child. What was it with constantly meeting children? It was growing old and ridiculous by now. And after the unique meeting in the Throat, he was already slightly annoyed by that.

He approached the colt, his head lifting higher as he stood to his full height. His multicolored wings pulled in tightly to his sides as he surveyed the colt with a scrutinizing look. “What are you doing?” His voice sounded bored, deep and laced with a foreign touch as his shadow overwhelmed the small child in front of him. Wasn’t this just tactful? Surprising a child like this? Sunjata didn’t care, in all reality. He wanted to know what the hell all the Helovian’s did with their time. It wasn’t like it was split up as it was back home – where unicorns did their thing and pegasi did their own. No, this place was mixed, melded, and as he looked upon the hybrid child, it seemed to feel wrong all the same.
"Talk."