// the past is just a bridge we burned down behind us
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
when we left this town, running from the blinding heat //
They do, truthfully, and with a new type of magic under his belt he supposes that puts him in a similar boat – though he’d never quite gotten to the point of understanding completely what Isla or Nate had even known about healing the body, he can at the very least get by. “It has a cozy feel, I will give it that.” He agrees, lips quirking into a small smile as he glances around the establishment, quiet and less heady with how everyone still seems to be sleeping off whatever indulgence they’d picked for the night.
It allows him time to list off everything he has yet to do, focusing his attention back to her with an easier look through the stress he’s put on himself (nowhere near the amount that he’d had before visiting Frey’s shrine at least), and he nods. “That’s true.” A brief pause before he hums a laugh. “I don’t have many people vying for that type of position here. It’s not like having you in the Grounds.” He admits, a softer almost nostalgic smile blossoming – because she’d been incredibly helpful when it came to running the Grounds for the time that he had, taking over it for her but keeping her on it for the help and input she had to offer.
For Dygra and the Ancients, at least, the admission of why Isla thinks Frey chose him sparks a little hum, a nod. “I’ve found that some of the best people in my life were ones that people had written off.” Back in Korofi when it had been the rebellion - here when it had been the Ascended, the list goes on and on.
“Ha, maybe.” It sparks a huff of a laugh. “So they can loathe me in silence rather than letting it all out on the table?” The grin he offers her is toothy and playful, not the self wallowing worry he may have had before. This time it seems like he actually might enjoy that idea. It’s a smile that shifts a hint at the mention of Remi and Ronin moving to Torchline, brows pinching slightly as his head cocks avian-like. “I didn’t know that, actually.” He muses, wondering why. He hadn’t gone to the Draig, of course, but he had made it a point to get the fuck away from everything he could for quite some time. Carved out his own piece of wilderness for himself.
It allows him time to list off everything he has yet to do, focusing his attention back to her with an easier look through the stress he’s put on himself (nowhere near the amount that he’d had before visiting Frey’s shrine at least), and he nods. “That’s true.” A brief pause before he hums a laugh. “I don’t have many people vying for that type of position here. It’s not like having you in the Grounds.” He admits, a softer almost nostalgic smile blossoming – because she’d been incredibly helpful when it came to running the Grounds for the time that he had, taking over it for her but keeping her on it for the help and input she had to offer.
For Dygra and the Ancients, at least, the admission of why Isla thinks Frey chose him sparks a little hum, a nod. “I’ve found that some of the best people in my life were ones that people had written off.” Back in Korofi when it had been the rebellion - here when it had been the Ascended, the list goes on and on.
“Ha, maybe.” It sparks a huff of a laugh. “So they can loathe me in silence rather than letting it all out on the table?” The grin he offers her is toothy and playful, not the self wallowing worry he may have had before. This time it seems like he actually might enjoy that idea. It’s a smile that shifts a hint at the mention of Remi and Ronin moving to Torchline, brows pinching slightly as his head cocks avian-like. “I didn’t know that, actually.” He muses, wondering why. He hadn’t gone to the Draig, of course, but he had made it a point to get the fuck away from everything he could for quite some time. Carved out his own piece of wilderness for himself.
the flood
// of our disaster when we left this town
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
you can rely on me, i will always let you down //
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.
