// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
It’s no surprise he arrives last. The trip to the Grounds wasn’t terrible for him as a dragon, but it was still cold and he’d still agreed and so be it if he was waffling over his decision to simply not show up.
Ah, but he’s here, cloaked in sweaters and bundled to high heaven. He might not be Ancient but he had lived the majority of his life not knowing what snow even was. And he still loathed it when it came, if it weren’t for the warm sweaters he constantly had a rotation of.
And thankfully there’s a bar which helps to give him the liquid courage he needs to try and help all while ghosts keep chasing his tail, something the Grounds was wonderful at reminding him of.
His initial thought is overwhelmingly red, but he slips in toward the bar to set his bag down and greets Danta with a lopsided smile. “Please tell me you intend on repainting or else I’m going to need a shot to deal with all this red.” Before his attention sweeps down to the woman beside him. “Hello Flora.” A gentle rumble of greeting.
Ah, but he’s here, cloaked in sweaters and bundled to high heaven. He might not be Ancient but he had lived the majority of his life not knowing what snow even was. And he still loathed it when it came, if it weren’t for the warm sweaters he constantly had a rotation of.
And thankfully there’s a bar which helps to give him the liquid courage he needs to try and help all while ghosts keep chasing his tail, something the Grounds was wonderful at reminding him of.
His initial thought is overwhelmingly red, but he slips in toward the bar to set his bag down and greets Danta with a lopsided smile. “Please tell me you intend on repainting or else I’m going to need a shot to deal with all this red.” Before his attention sweeps down to the woman beside him. “Hello Flora.” A gentle rumble of greeting.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
