i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
The cry does surprise him, and unfortunately for Sunjata he does jump a little – hoping that she hadn’t seen the way he tenses in his surprise, covering it with a hum of a laugh of his own while Petronella’s bright slit gaze focuses hard on who had just surprised them so intensely. He leans forward in his seat, making it easier to give her a hug in return, the smile blooming lopsidedly on his face. “Hey Soh.” He murmurs in greeting, focusing on the griffin that both tugs at his stitched together heart and bolsters it with happiness for his friend to have found such a companion.
“I just got here, actually. So don’t worry, I know what it’s like to be a leader.” He reminds her playfully, shooting a wink her way before he sips from his coffee and sets it down. “I’m getting better by the day. The trip was easy, I had just left the Climb.” Which would explain the strange clothes choice – somewhere between bundled for snow and somewhere hotter than hell. Regardless, he’s warm enough.
As Petronella is referred to, though, the sea panther cub peers at Sohalia in clear confusion and almost wariness, before Sunjata picks her up to set her on the table so that the Luminary can get a closer look. “Petronella. I found her with Koa, actually.” A little side note to add in, before he’s nodding toward Tarak. “I see you’ve found yourself a griffin, though? Do tell.” He wonders how similar it was to how he’d found Haai once upon a time, but he refrains from getting too deep in that thought for now, waiting for her story to unfurl.
“I just got here, actually. So don’t worry, I know what it’s like to be a leader.” He reminds her playfully, shooting a wink her way before he sips from his coffee and sets it down. “I’m getting better by the day. The trip was easy, I had just left the Climb.” Which would explain the strange clothes choice – somewhere between bundled for snow and somewhere hotter than hell. Regardless, he’s warm enough.
As Petronella is referred to, though, the sea panther cub peers at Sohalia in clear confusion and almost wariness, before Sunjata picks her up to set her on the table so that the Luminary can get a closer look. “Petronella. I found her with Koa, actually.” A little side note to add in, before he’s nodding toward Tarak. “I see you’ve found yourself a griffin, though? Do tell.” He wonders how similar it was to how he’d found Haai once upon a time, but he refrains from getting too deep in that thought for now, waiting for her story to unfurl.
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.
