SUNJATA
He remains silent as she manages to get her way over the bridge and back to solid ground. He even remains leaning against the post when she lurches forward, disappearing into the underbrush and heaves up the contents of her stomach. All things of which Sunjata remains silent for. Only when he thinks she might be done does he push himself off of the rail, discarding the vine into the brush where it might be able to continue some idea of a circle of life, before his hands get shoved into his pockets and he steps down the path a bit more.
“I didn’t bring a pack so if you need water we’ll have to hopefully find some along the way.” He calls over to where he’d watched her disappear into, still idly waiting for her to return before he continues on. He doesn’t look back her way, though, instead he squints down the path where more vines await but at least the bridge itself has been crossed. Solid ground from here on out, just thick and dense with foliage and vines and a hint of mist that manages to creep through it all.
“I didn’t bring a pack so if you need water we’ll have to hopefully find some along the way.” He calls over to where he’d watched her disappear into, still idly waiting for her to return before he continues on. He doesn’t look back her way, though, instead he squints down the path where more vines await but at least the bridge itself has been crossed. Solid ground from here on out, just thick and dense with foliage and vines and a hint of mist that manages to creep through it all.
i no longer know if i wish to drown myself
in love, vodka, or the sea
in love, vodka, or the sea
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.
