i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Her continued words give him all the information he needs on what kind of stories she was listening to – and he doesn’t realize it immediately, but some tension leaves his chest with the quiet realization. “Mm, no, I suppose it isn’t.” For him, though, obviously it was every day. For others? It makes sense to him that it would be a thing of surprise. Regardless, most people these days knew he stayed close to both, calling King’s End his home in the face of everything else he’s done. But those are stories that don’t get uttered that often these days.
He guides her to the fire, toward a comfortable chair should she wish to sit, and he releases her hand the second that they’re in the comfort of the lounge space. Humming a laugh at her comment, his smile twists a bit more playful and his head tilts with an avian touch when he finds the words to respond. “And I suppose that’s true.” But given the space they’re in, she could find someone like him enough perhaps to indulge if that’s what she wishes.
But he doesn’t expect to hear Koa’s name fall from her lips when it comes to who she’s looking for and he watches her visibly deflate with the sigh. “I know Koa.” He rumbles with a hint of quiet curiosity. “I believe it’s likelier to find him in Stormbreak than it would be here.” He doesn’t know exactly where, but that region would be a better place to start looking. “But, since you are here, can I get you anything? A room, a bath, food and drink, clean clothes?”
He guides her to the fire, toward a comfortable chair should she wish to sit, and he releases her hand the second that they’re in the comfort of the lounge space. Humming a laugh at her comment, his smile twists a bit more playful and his head tilts with an avian touch when he finds the words to respond. “And I suppose that’s true.” But given the space they’re in, she could find someone like him enough perhaps to indulge if that’s what she wishes.
But he doesn’t expect to hear Koa’s name fall from her lips when it comes to who she’s looking for and he watches her visibly deflate with the sigh. “I know Koa.” He rumbles with a hint of quiet curiosity. “I believe it’s likelier to find him in Stormbreak than it would be here.” He doesn’t know exactly where, but that region would be a better place to start looking. “But, since you are here, can I get you anything? A room, a bath, food and drink, clean clothes?”
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.
