// 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 //
As he sets to prepare to use his magic, he can’t help but to glance over and see as she pulls her bow out, watching as she settles on an electrical arrow. He can hear the zap and feel the hair on his arm raise with the memory, but he shakes it off – sure that she wasn’t intending on shooting him with it (nor would he be in damp sand, ripe for the lightning strike to shoot down upon him like a smiting from the gods).
So instead, they focus on the dragon kite, Sunjata’s magic floating around him on what look like a variety of threads of water that he swiftly breaks into small droplets, aiming to hurl them toward the kite alongside her arrow. It looks like the attempt of a rainstorm, some of them falling flat and plummeting to the earth in hues of little rainbows from the brief, mostly covered sun, while the others reach the kite to soak it, precisely as Melita’s arrow strikes against the tail. Not enough of an impact to remove it from flight, but it does bounce it around as the lightning meets the water droplets and starts to zip along the material.
So instead, they focus on the dragon kite, Sunjata’s magic floating around him on what look like a variety of threads of water that he swiftly breaks into small droplets, aiming to hurl them toward the kite alongside her arrow. It looks like the attempt of a rainstorm, some of them falling flat and plummeting to the earth in hues of little rainbows from the brief, mostly covered sun, while the others reach the kite to soak it, precisely as Melita’s arrow strikes against the tail. Not enough of an impact to remove it from flight, but it does bounce it around as the lightning meets the water droplets and starts to zip along the material.
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.
