SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Perhaps it’s in the air of research of just how he should figure out how utilize the efforts in making the town a space that doesn’t infringe on their native wildlife that draws him here. Perhaps it’s an air of closeness to Dahlia, knowing she was here, given that silent craving ever since he’d met the woman in the Refuge.
Who knows what draws him here, just that… It does. And he brings his dutiful bag of holding with him, items within that may help him to craft or repair something (or sketch out little ideas of just how the Celestine worked as well as it does). The Flood is content to wander until something catches his eye, movement that Petronella zeroes in on as she bounds around at his feet, darting toward the sound of planting to break through the grasses with a mewl of hello! to which Sunjata follows closely behind if only to ensure his headstrong, stubborn companion, doesn’t get into any trouble.
Who knows what draws him here, just that… It does. And he brings his dutiful bag of holding with him, items within that may help him to craft or repair something (or sketch out little ideas of just how the Celestine worked as well as it does). The Flood is content to wander until something catches his eye, movement that Petronella zeroes in on as she bounds around at his feet, darting toward the sound of planting to break through the grasses with a mewl of hello! to which Sunjata follows closely behind if only to ensure his headstrong, stubborn companion, doesn’t get into any trouble.
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
