i am the ocean, i am the sea
In spite of everything that’s been going on, the two of them had been requested. Something that was mutually beneficial for working on his quest from Frey, and even easier to suggest an outdoor escapade precisely in the spot that the shrine would later be created. The space itself was beautiful, shaded by a nearby copse of trees, with all the diligent work that Alys and he had put into adorning the space with small shrubs and flowers that bloomed high in the violet sunset of Longheat.
It's something that Sunjata finds himself eager for, knocking out one last little requirement before he was able to complete it, and the option had just fallen right into their laps.
There’s a mutual understanding to meet at the shrine’s location, the client eager to partake in something that would benefit Frey, and yet he loosens his protectiveness for a night of hedonism alongside Hotaru. The night itself is beginning to cool, a soft breeze spread throughout the area that pushes away the heat trapped in the flowers of Mourn, and they arrive hand in hand with Sunjata flashing the client (Miles, as he introduces himself) a playful grin of greeting. He’s intentionally not worn much, a thin, billowing open shirt most notably, and with him the bag of holding in the hand that isn’t attached to Hotaru, full of items to make the night that much better.
He releases her hand with a soft squeeze and a “I’ll set up if you want to start getting more acquainted,” stepping aside and into the circle of flowers and shrubs, pulling out a soft blanket, some wine, some water, small snacks, and fruit. Peaches, to be specific.
It's something that Sunjata finds himself eager for, knocking out one last little requirement before he was able to complete it, and the option had just fallen right into their laps.
There’s a mutual understanding to meet at the shrine’s location, the client eager to partake in something that would benefit Frey, and yet he loosens his protectiveness for a night of hedonism alongside Hotaru. The night itself is beginning to cool, a soft breeze spread throughout the area that pushes away the heat trapped in the flowers of Mourn, and they arrive hand in hand with Sunjata flashing the client (Miles, as he introduces himself) a playful grin of greeting. He’s intentionally not worn much, a thin, billowing open shirt most notably, and with him the bag of holding in the hand that isn’t attached to Hotaru, full of items to make the night that much better.
He releases her hand with a soft squeeze and a “I’ll set up if you want to start getting more acquainted,” stepping aside and into the circle of flowers and shrubs, pulling out a soft blanket, some wine, some water, small snacks, and fruit. Peaches, to be specific.
there is a world inside of me
SUNJATA
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.
