SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“She is, from what I can gather.” Sunjata offers with a small amused smile. His gaze drifts toward the snowball again, leaving Petronella on the ground to hopefully avoid the creature so she can chase the random butterflies that cross over the grasses of the garden while he gets to work.
At her permission, Sunjata nods and moves to the door, pulling out the tools he’ll need from his bag of holding, unscrewing the door from its hinges and removing the handle to keep the parts that were good, before taking a quick measurement with the current situation, and he settles in with the pieces of wood to craft them together to fix the door for the shed. But in terms of idle chatter, he glances back over toward Lena and nods his head toward her companion. “How did you get your companion?” He asks curiously, with a tone that seems to also ask what is it?
At her permission, Sunjata nods and moves to the door, pulling out the tools he’ll need from his bag of holding, unscrewing the door from its hinges and removing the handle to keep the parts that were good, before taking a quick measurement with the current situation, and he settles in with the pieces of wood to craft them together to fix the door for the shed. But in terms of idle chatter, he glances back over toward Lena and nods his head toward her companion. “How did you get your companion?” He asks curiously, with a tone that seems to also ask what is it?
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
