// 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 //
He doesn’t intend to cause any fear, but luckily people seem more distracted by the work to be done, flitting about here and there with a multitude of objects and items, fitting them together to start replacing what has been lost in the Port. And he fits in well, once he lands and inserts himself, sat near the edge of the water to tie together some of the beams needed with waterproof twine.
Silent in his work, until he notices the head bob up – a familiar face to which he inclines his head toward the Tidebreaker in his own greeting, settled where he is so Hadama can drift closer to speak. “Of course. I’m sorry this happened here.” He wanted to help. Torchline had been his home once, had been the place he ruled over and cared for everyone here too. Despite how many times he’d changed locations or what dramatics had even occurred here, a large part of it still is home to him. He’s pretty sure it always will be.
“King’s End is mostly fine. We sustained flooding, but it’s easier to handle than… Well, this.” He gestures and offers an apologetic smile to the Merking, finishing off the beams and handing them off to someone that passes by. “Do you need help under the water?” He asks curiously, able to shift into an orca that might be able to push enough things one way or another to hold it in place to be bolted in.
Silent in his work, until he notices the head bob up – a familiar face to which he inclines his head toward the Tidebreaker in his own greeting, settled where he is so Hadama can drift closer to speak. “Of course. I’m sorry this happened here.” He wanted to help. Torchline had been his home once, had been the place he ruled over and cared for everyone here too. Despite how many times he’d changed locations or what dramatics had even occurred here, a large part of it still is home to him. He’s pretty sure it always will be.
“King’s End is mostly fine. We sustained flooding, but it’s easier to handle than… Well, this.” He gestures and offers an apologetic smile to the Merking, finishing off the beams and handing them off to someone that passes by. “Do you need help under the water?” He asks curiously, able to shift into an orca that might be able to push enough things one way or another to hold it in place to be bolted in.
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.
