i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
Where Somalia believed it to be a lot of work (which it was, of course), Sunjata looks forward to it. It gives him an empty playing field, as it were, to be able to create and build a space for people to start to call home, able to create whatever it was people needed or wanted to build their life around.
“I look forward to it, honestly.” He murmurs, before he takes a long sip of the drink again, settling into the seat a bit. Petronella even starts to relax, settling in against Sunjata’s neck, leaching up the warmth.
He draws silent as he asks about Stormbreak, brows lifting at the mention of the giant moth and wincing with sympathy. “That’s terrible.” Sunjata murmurs, before Sohalia’s mentioning the fact it might be the calm before the storm. “It might be… Or it might not be. Hard to say.” He pauses, shrugging a shoulder. “We do have quiet periods with or without another impending problem.”
“I look forward to it, honestly.” He murmurs, before he takes a long sip of the drink again, settling into the seat a bit. Petronella even starts to relax, settling in against Sunjata’s neck, leaching up the warmth.
He draws silent as he asks about Stormbreak, brows lifting at the mention of the giant moth and wincing with sympathy. “That’s terrible.” Sunjata murmurs, before Sohalia’s mentioning the fact it might be the calm before the storm. “It might be… Or it might not be. Hard to say.” He pauses, shrugging a shoulder. “We do have quiet periods with or without another impending problem.”
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.
