SUNJATA
the flood
there was a moment, a hole opened in the sky
a chance to join that pantheon
a chance to join that pantheon
He’s a bit too far from a space where he could find peaches to bring to the shrine, but he hopes the offering he brings is sufficient enough. He supposes worse comes to worse, they just don’t answer him again – leave him to stew in his questions, in his own internal war that’s been going on for weeks now. So instead, he’s got a bag that’s around his shoulder, one full of varying fruits – mangoes, ripe and fresh, alongside a bunch of bananas, and a few oranges he’s plucked along his trek here.
This shrine is one he’s noticed from overhead, one that seems to scream Frey despite him not really knowing whether it was. But it’s worth a shot at the very least and he finds himself at the root of the tree where the shrine sits, shifting the bag as he shifts himself – turning it into a side where he might carry it up – and he shifts to hoist himself and the bag up toward the shrine.
He lands on a branch, shifting back into himself and catching the bag before it tumbles below, spending a few moments to arrange the fruit on the shrine, before he sits, letting a leg dangle over the branch he’s chosen. “Frey, do you have a moment?” He asks quietly, his gaze focused on the moss that grows on the branch he sits on.
This shrine is one he’s noticed from overhead, one that seems to scream Frey despite him not really knowing whether it was. But it’s worth a shot at the very least and he finds himself at the root of the tree where the shrine sits, shifting the bag as he shifts himself – turning it into a side where he might carry it up – and he shifts to hoist himself and the bag up toward the shrine.
He lands on a branch, shifting back into himself and catching the bag before it tumbles below, spending a few moments to arrange the fruit on the shrine, before he sits, letting a leg dangle over the branch he’s chosen. “Frey, do you have a moment?” He asks quietly, his gaze focused on the moss that grows on the branch he sits on.
for all the times they never heard your battlecry
now be an angel, sing along
now be an angel, sing along
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.
