// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
He can’t blame her for wanting an escape, even if it yet again proved to be difficult to achieve given the state of the world and the violet streaks painting the sky every hour of every day now. So he takes everything at face value where he can, choosing instead to take these little moments of getting away, working on quests, strengthening what they can rather than wallowing and worrying.
Melita is less fiery than he’s used to – though it makes sense. She’s been busy trying to pick up the pieces of Torchline, after all. So it’s the least he can do to help her out with this (not withstanding the fact he also needs something from the Climb). As it stands, though, they wander and his eyes are peeled and when she asks what he’s looking for, he squints at the little glowing lines of heat in between the crevices of hardened lava rock. “I need fire from here.” He hums, before glancing back at Melita to offer a soft smile. “I’m making a shrine to Frey in King’s End and so I have quite a few things to collect.” Air from Stormbreak, earth from the Greatwood. Torchline at least has already been collected.
“Shit, what the fuck is that?” His path completely runs off course, turning toward what looks like a squabble a little ways away between a rock slider and a… Different kind of rock slider, one that appears to be vibrant with that terrible purple and ominous glow.
Melita is less fiery than he’s used to – though it makes sense. She’s been busy trying to pick up the pieces of Torchline, after all. So it’s the least he can do to help her out with this (not withstanding the fact he also needs something from the Climb). As it stands, though, they wander and his eyes are peeled and when she asks what he’s looking for, he squints at the little glowing lines of heat in between the crevices of hardened lava rock. “I need fire from here.” He hums, before glancing back at Melita to offer a soft smile. “I’m making a shrine to Frey in King’s End and so I have quite a few things to collect.” Air from Stormbreak, earth from the Greatwood. Torchline at least has already been collected.
“Shit, what the fuck is that?” His path completely runs off course, turning toward what looks like a squabble a little ways away between a rock slider and a… Different kind of rock slider, one that appears to be vibrant with that terrible purple and ominous glow.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
