// with each love i cut loose, i was never the same
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
The light shrubbery nearby made for a perfect little spot for Petronella to claim as her little domain, glittering eyes watchful over what might try to enter the bush. Her eyes linger on the companions that arrive with his niece, though Sunjata doesn’t seem to notice any plans or schemes the small sea panther might be creating while he automatically gives into the grasping motion Melita makes to hand her the honeybee kite.
He starts to unravel the dragon kite, peering over the distance in the direction of the meteorite craters and he huffs a small sigh of annoyance. “They passed over during LongNight. Empty, though. I checked it out the second they crashed and found nothing.” His nose wrinkles in distaste, with a lingering sense of whether or not even he fully believed it or not. “I’m not sure if something escaped before I got there.” He’s still imagining a creature with metal plates of sorts in order to have survived such a crash. But alas, here they are, speculating.
He starts to unravel the dragon kite, peering over the distance in the direction of the meteorite craters and he huffs a small sigh of annoyance. “They passed over during LongNight. Empty, though. I checked it out the second they crashed and found nothing.” His nose wrinkles in distaste, with a lingering sense of whether or not even he fully believed it or not. “I’m not sure if something escaped before I got there.” He’s still imagining a creature with metal plates of sorts in order to have survived such a crash. But alas, here they are, speculating.
the flood
// i was fixed on your hand of gold //
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.
