// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
Magic for him had been a bit back and forth in terms of what he was capable of – having so much time trying to get used to things here since he’d arrived that magic was never quite something he thought he would end up harboring. He’d come as an Accepted, before he’d Attuned to Safrin, and he’d gone so long gathering his shifts and being one with nature that when Frey had made him their demigod, well, magic was something so foreign to him it had taken him some time to get used to using it.
Now, though, he finds himself often at a point of using it too much – crutching on the water that he can call to his fingertips. Something that as he offers Alys the option to train with her, settles at the back of his mind that perhaps he should return a bit to his roots, a physical training as he had often done when he’d owned that boxing ring in Torchline. But the Slagveld hadn’t quite been only a boxing ring, and if the world wasn’t going to shit again he might consider trying to spark up that avenue again.
Regardless, the plants are planted and the stones are marked out, and their work is figuratively done for the moment. All he can do is rise, turning to his bag of holding with which he pulls out a little container, within it sit sandwiches and fruit. “It’s a handy skill to have. Though, I started my training when I was six.” Sunjata offers another little tidbit of his past, stepping up to set the container in the center of the work they’d done, where the shrine would eventually go, one he had all the pieces for it.
He also summons a bubble of water, so that they can wash the dirt off of their hands before eating, cleaning off his hands before returning to the container. “I brought some lunch after all this hard work, feel free to help yourself. I’m not much of a cook, but the House of Midnight staffs a great one.” He flashes her a smile, extending out the container so she can pick a sandwich if she wishes to.
With work done now, he's content to continue idly chatting with Alys until it was time that they headed back.
FIN <33
Now, though, he finds himself often at a point of using it too much – crutching on the water that he can call to his fingertips. Something that as he offers Alys the option to train with her, settles at the back of his mind that perhaps he should return a bit to his roots, a physical training as he had often done when he’d owned that boxing ring in Torchline. But the Slagveld hadn’t quite been only a boxing ring, and if the world wasn’t going to shit again he might consider trying to spark up that avenue again.
Regardless, the plants are planted and the stones are marked out, and their work is figuratively done for the moment. All he can do is rise, turning to his bag of holding with which he pulls out a little container, within it sit sandwiches and fruit. “It’s a handy skill to have. Though, I started my training when I was six.” Sunjata offers another little tidbit of his past, stepping up to set the container in the center of the work they’d done, where the shrine would eventually go, one he had all the pieces for it.
He also summons a bubble of water, so that they can wash the dirt off of their hands before eating, cleaning off his hands before returning to the container. “I brought some lunch after all this hard work, feel free to help yourself. I’m not much of a cook, but the House of Midnight staffs a great one.” He flashes her a smile, extending out the container so she can pick a sandwich if she wishes to.
With work done now, he's content to continue idly chatting with Alys until it was time that they headed back.
FIN <33
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.
