// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
It’s a contemplative silence that overtakes him now, a nodding when the answer is given over what white roses stood for. “That makes more sense.” He admits. His mother had always been his favorite person – the only one to go out of her way to treat him on his birthdays before he reached Trial age, childish and playful in her silent rebellions against his father for her love of him and his sister.
That is, until his father used just how much she meant to him to try and get him to ruin the state of Korofi forever. It hadn’t worked, but it was still a regret he harbors, even if he knows deep down that she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
The companions play while they mark the plots, digging up a solid little surface to start making their boundaries of plants, Alys finding it easy to move the dirt the short amount she needs to. Eventually they meet up in that little half circle. Sunjata returns to the cart to grab a few little sticks with colored flags on them to mark out where he intends to plant some of the trees and shrubs when he eventually gets them. “There was no magic in Korofi. No shifts or abilities or gods, for that matter. All we had were plants and technology to make things better.” Sunjata admits, looking up at Alys as he grabs a few boxes of the flowers to set out so she can start planting if she liked. He grabs a box of the stones for himself to start laying out the little décor in the grooves they’ve made. “I broke my leg when I was young. Took months to heal and for a while there I was on some pretty heavy painkillers. Kind of… Similar to Dreamdust, I suppose.” Sunjata pauses in his laying of the stones to snap his fingers, trying to get the name of the closest equivalent here.
That is, until his father used just how much she meant to him to try and get him to ruin the state of Korofi forever. It hadn’t worked, but it was still a regret he harbors, even if he knows deep down that she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
The companions play while they mark the plots, digging up a solid little surface to start making their boundaries of plants, Alys finding it easy to move the dirt the short amount she needs to. Eventually they meet up in that little half circle. Sunjata returns to the cart to grab a few little sticks with colored flags on them to mark out where he intends to plant some of the trees and shrubs when he eventually gets them. “There was no magic in Korofi. No shifts or abilities or gods, for that matter. All we had were plants and technology to make things better.” Sunjata admits, looking up at Alys as he grabs a few boxes of the flowers to set out so she can start planting if she liked. He grabs a box of the stones for himself to start laying out the little décor in the grooves they’ve made. “I broke my leg when I was young. Took months to heal and for a while there I was on some pretty heavy painkillers. Kind of… Similar to Dreamdust, I suppose.” Sunjata pauses in his laying of the stones to snap his fingers, trying to get the name of the closest equivalent here.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
