better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
The heavy air of the lush Greatwood is humidity Sunjata hasn’t experienced in a very long time. Each time he’d been to the forests recently had occurred during Deepfrost, where the air had been cold and snow had settled amongst the branches and the leaves that remained. It had been crisp and cool, in complete opposition to the thick air that spread through the trees. It’s a trip he takes with the intention of it only being brief, even tugging Petronella along with him so she can dive into the water and embrace her instincts as the sea panther she is.
It distracts her while he crouches between the edges of the trees, collecting a fair amount of dirt from the root section of one of the larger, lusher looking trees, scooping it into the jar before capping it and setting it down into the bag of holding he’s brought with him. Meanwhile, unaware to him, the sea panther wanders through the waters unannounced, capturing Sunjata’s attention when a sensation through the bond seems to suggest they’re not alone, a friend, perhaps, that Sunjata can’t figure out who the fuck she might be thinking about.
Petronella rises to the surface of the water, scales and fur melding with the light as she mews a greeting to the peryton.
It distracts her while he crouches between the edges of the trees, collecting a fair amount of dirt from the root section of one of the larger, lusher looking trees, scooping it into the jar before capping it and setting it down into the bag of holding he’s brought with him. Meanwhile, unaware to him, the sea panther wanders through the waters unannounced, capturing Sunjata’s attention when a sensation through the bond seems to suggest they’re not alone, a friend, perhaps, that Sunjata can’t figure out who the fuck she might be thinking about.
Petronella rises to the surface of the water, scales and fur melding with the light as she mews a greeting to the peryton.
SUNJATA
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.
