// with each love i cut loose, i was never the same
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
He has gained more power since the last time he’d used it – but even he doesn’t know the depths of it yet. Instead, he starts to step away from Melita as he really starts to pick up the man-magic-made rainstorm, intending to try and focus it and keep it from soaking her. It works, though, the droplets of water spinning around in a way that looks like he’s having his own little pity party before he sharpens it and aims the droplets back at the kite.
Melita has far more success this time, the zappy arrow sparking a zinging trail through the rain Sunjata shoots toward the kite, watching as the sparks dance and reflect between each of the droplets, sparking them to life as it hits the kite dead center, charring the edges and with the help of Sunjata’s rain prevents it from catching fire. Now, with a hole in the middle, the kite begins its wobbling, hardly able to remain in the air as Sunjata shoots a grin toward Melita. “Nice shot!”
Melita has far more success this time, the zappy arrow sparking a zinging trail through the rain Sunjata shoots toward the kite, watching as the sparks dance and reflect between each of the droplets, sparking them to life as it hits the kite dead center, charring the edges and with the help of Sunjata’s rain prevents it from catching fire. Now, with a hole in the middle, the kite begins its wobbling, hardly able to remain in the air as Sunjata shoots a grin toward Melita. “Nice shot!”
the flood
// i was fixed on your hand of gold //
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.
