SUNJATA
the flood
anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself
saving everybody else to save yourself
Melita’s comment of congratulating Kamaria has a smile managing to break through his pain, the nod of his head once he’s recovered. “I will. She’s been between the house and Torchline for school. She should be back in a few weeks.” A small break for her birthday and then back to the routine, then back when monsoon season starts. Which, honestly, is about the time that Melita should be sailing and he’s already told Jack where they were living in case he needed to drop by.
“Any good new places you’ve gone?” He asks curiously, letting his gaze rest on her – easier now than it had been when they’d first met here at the bottom of the Last Step. But as she continues, the comment has him quirking up, brows raised in confusion. “It flies?” He breathes the question, wondering how the fuck that happened. “How’d Jack manage that?”
“Any good new places you’ve gone?” He asks curiously, letting his gaze rest on her – easier now than it had been when they’d first met here at the bottom of the Last Step. But as she continues, the comment has him quirking up, brows raised in confusion. “It flies?” He breathes the question, wondering how the fuck that happened. “How’d Jack manage that?”
and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell
that's the story to tell
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.
