i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He could try and try to wrap his mind around the implications of it all, how Wessex had come to have it as well as how he’d eventually ended up with it – but he doesn’t want to delve too far into the dramatics over that. Likely, given the fact that he became the ruler of the Grounds for a short stint of time, perhaps she had hoped it would give him something to help protect them with – even if he’d told Isla he wouldn’t stay during the war when he had a safe haven to run.
So he nods to her, stepping aside from the table as he offers her a soft smile and an accented “you’re welcome” before he’s reaching for another bag – this one smaller, and within it a journal, some tonics, and a trinket that he brings over to the table in a clear spot away from the weaponry. “And I found this in Nate’s things.” It would do better in her hands than his, after all. “It’s a book that he wrote out some of the best non magical ways to heal injuries.” Because as they both knew that Nate was no fan of magical healing, that the doctor had gone through and worked hard to put together remedies for ailments and wounds that didn’t require such a thing. “There’s some medicines in there, too. I thought it could be useful for you.” His fingers trail over the cover of the journal, worn from use, and inside she’ll find Nate’s handwriting – laid out before them. And the little trinket inside, an addition Sunjata had added but thought better than to mention he'd been the one to add it - a silver charm of a honeybee, able to be attached to anything she wished.
So he nods to her, stepping aside from the table as he offers her a soft smile and an accented “you’re welcome” before he’s reaching for another bag – this one smaller, and within it a journal, some tonics, and a trinket that he brings over to the table in a clear spot away from the weaponry. “And I found this in Nate’s things.” It would do better in her hands than his, after all. “It’s a book that he wrote out some of the best non magical ways to heal injuries.” Because as they both knew that Nate was no fan of magical healing, that the doctor had gone through and worked hard to put together remedies for ailments and wounds that didn’t require such a thing. “There’s some medicines in there, too. I thought it could be useful for you.” His fingers trail over the cover of the journal, worn from use, and inside she’ll find Nate’s handwriting – laid out before them. And the little trinket inside, an addition Sunjata had added but thought better than to mention he'd been the one to add it - a silver charm of a honeybee, able to be attached to anything she wished.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
