// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
Petronella has little qualms with chasing after the much larger Ursur, little mewls and tiny roars accompanying the trail left behind of moving flowers. Sunjata can’t help the hum of a soft laugh that leaves him in turn, returning to his task of marking out how far the intended garden would go.
At the mention of Frey potentially liking roses, it wrinkles Sunjata’s nose in a way that has a soft laugh bubbling from his throat as he returns to the cart to grab a couple of shovels, handing one to Alys. “Not exactly what I want to picture when it comes to my mother.” The wince is playful, though, even as the Flood moves on. “She grew white roses.” Not one of the colors listed, but he’s sure she’ll inform him. And it’s something he’s admittedly looking forward to, content to let her take over the entire conversation with flowers.
A low hum of thought slips from him as he starts to shovel out the relatively small border around the grasses. “Abundance and gratitude, huh? I suppose it makes sense.” He’s contemplative as he shovels the dirt into little piles.
At the mention of Frey potentially liking roses, it wrinkles Sunjata’s nose in a way that has a soft laugh bubbling from his throat as he returns to the cart to grab a couple of shovels, handing one to Alys. “Not exactly what I want to picture when it comes to my mother.” The wince is playful, though, even as the Flood moves on. “She grew white roses.” Not one of the colors listed, but he’s sure she’ll inform him. And it’s something he’s admittedly looking forward to, content to let her take over the entire conversation with flowers.
A low hum of thought slips from him as he starts to shovel out the relatively small border around the grasses. “Abundance and gratitude, huh? I suppose it makes sense.” He’s contemplative as he shovels the dirt into little piles.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
