no one's coming to save you, swing that sword that you made
She gathers some more pieces of wood for the sled and Sunjata pauses in dragging it further as she adds it into the small pile already growing. He reaches up and adjusts the scarf around his neck, squinting down at the pale snow in a way that might be more considered a glare. For now, though, it’s good that Isla speaks her lightheartedness and distracts him from his silent war with the snow and Deepfrost. “They have.” He agrees with the twitch of a small smile forming.
As for her thinking on becoming Ancient, it ultimately isn’t his decision to make. Whether she wants to or doesn’t want to, Sunjata would at the very least be there regardless of the choice. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go, anyway. So he nods in agreement, a plume of a cloud leaving his lips as he speaks. “Yeah. You’ll have to weigh the pros and cons.” He reiterates his statement from earlier, offering another small smile (this time with more amusement) as he drags the sled closer toward her, nudging her with an elbow.
As for her thinking on becoming Ancient, it ultimately isn’t his decision to make. Whether she wants to or doesn’t want to, Sunjata would at the very least be there regardless of the choice. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go, anyway. So he nods in agreement, a plume of a cloud leaving his lips as he speaks. “Yeah. You’ll have to weigh the pros and cons.” He reiterates his statement from earlier, offering another small smile (this time with more amusement) as he drags the sled closer toward her, nudging her with an elbow.
the flood
with the pain that they gave you, like the pain is gonna save you
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
