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
A quick glance is all that’s offered to the journal that Deimos pulls out of his bag, focused more fully on the other man’s face when he offers his sincerities. Because he does care, even if it seems suspicious from the Warden. Sunjata would always feel sorrow for people who have suffered from environmental damages and changes. Especially people he knew had no other choices.
He is surprised, internally, to hear the thank you, and while both of their guards remained up, Sunjata could at the very least be gentle, cool and collected. After all, they hadn’t talked in… At least a year, and whatever conversation they had then had been through letters, asking permission to post something to the Halo noticeboard and promptly hustle his ass out of Halo right after.
“That’s good to hear.” Sunjata offers genuinely, happy to know that they were quick on repairing and rescuing. And a nod, because he knew too that sometimes the longest part was just the waiting to build and rebuild, fix and renew. His steel gaze betrays his surprise at the returned question, though, and he scratches Petronella’s side when he responds, as if trying to find something to do with his hands. “We sustained flooding. Damaged our docks and our market exchange, mostly.” A small frown tugs on the corner of his lips. “But we have been rebuilding and many of those displaced have found a home within the Refuge or the House of Midnight.” It was still a new land, though, and Sunjata had been working to try and expand the area of vacant houses for those that wanted to move in – something that had taken a bit of a back seat ever since the meteors had fallen.
He is surprised, internally, to hear the thank you, and while both of their guards remained up, Sunjata could at the very least be gentle, cool and collected. After all, they hadn’t talked in… At least a year, and whatever conversation they had then had been through letters, asking permission to post something to the Halo noticeboard and promptly hustle his ass out of Halo right after.
“That’s good to hear.” Sunjata offers genuinely, happy to know that they were quick on repairing and rescuing. And a nod, because he knew too that sometimes the longest part was just the waiting to build and rebuild, fix and renew. His steel gaze betrays his surprise at the returned question, though, and he scratches Petronella’s side when he responds, as if trying to find something to do with his hands. “We sustained flooding. Damaged our docks and our market exchange, mostly.” A small frown tugs on the corner of his lips. “But we have been rebuilding and many of those displaced have found a home within the Refuge or the House of Midnight.” It was still a new land, though, and Sunjata had been working to try and expand the area of vacant houses for those that wanted to move in – something that had taken a bit of a back seat ever since the meteors had fallen.
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.
