relive who i've been at my worst,
every single night, looking for a distraction
every single night, looking for a distraction
A smile is offered to the shop keep from the Flood as well – though the merchant in question is one that Sunjata has dealt with quite a few times already. A purveyor of brilliantly hued fabrics and textiles, and if there’s something Sunjata adored, it was colorful and soft things when growing up he had been used to threadbare blankets and shades of white and grey.
They turn away, though, and the Attuned bond fills with the true reasoning Noah is here, and the smile Sunjata offers is nothing if not somewhat amused and curious, head tilting slightly – a look that references well enough with the spoken words. Is it a secret mission? He asks, unable to keep the hint of humor from his mental voice, unsure why Noah would need to be so secretive about it.
But he looks out over the Boondocks while Noah looks him over, a hand rising to brush through his crop of hair speckled with a few pieces of grey these days. “The Boondocks are the flattest part of King’s End, at least we’ve established an evacuation point amongst the hills.” Higher elevation was essentially what the plan was, and room would be available wherever needed to help those displaced. For now, though, parts of the Boondocks have settled, people have adapted, thanks to how hardened they had been living here before it had taken the full plunge into regionhood.
“Walk with me.” He hums, stepping away from the shopkeeps and anyone else in earshot to a relatively empty space, surrounded by the lulling waves of the water as it laps against the newly defined edges of the region. It’s here that he stops and looks at Noah more fully, ready for when the questions start.
They turn away, though, and the Attuned bond fills with the true reasoning Noah is here, and the smile Sunjata offers is nothing if not somewhat amused and curious, head tilting slightly – a look that references well enough with the spoken words. Is it a secret mission? He asks, unable to keep the hint of humor from his mental voice, unsure why Noah would need to be so secretive about it.
But he looks out over the Boondocks while Noah looks him over, a hand rising to brush through his crop of hair speckled with a few pieces of grey these days. “The Boondocks are the flattest part of King’s End, at least we’ve established an evacuation point amongst the hills.” Higher elevation was essentially what the plan was, and room would be available wherever needed to help those displaced. For now, though, parts of the Boondocks have settled, people have adapted, thanks to how hardened they had been living here before it had taken the full plunge into regionhood.
“Walk with me.” He hums, stepping away from the shopkeeps and anyone else in earshot to a relatively empty space, surrounded by the lulling waves of the water as it laps against the newly defined edges of the region. It’s here that he stops and looks at Noah more fully, ready for when the questions start.
the flood
waiting for the sun to rise
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
pretty sight for some hollow eyes
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
