SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He had expected the mewl of hello to be directed to yet another creature in the exhibits that the Celestine has to offer, so when he steps into view of the woman there’s immediate surprise writ about his face and he immediately mentally recalls Petronella who begrudgingly obeys. “Oh no, I’m sorry.” He offers with a soft huff of a laugh, picking up the sea panther and sticking her onto his shoulder.
But as she introduces herself, his brows rise and a flash of a smile crosses his face in recognition from the letters he’d sent. “No, I was just taking a look around. I’m Sunjata, we just spoke via letters, actually.” About what he’s intending to do with King’s End, and as he looks at her more fully, his smile broadens, tugged awkwardly at the scar on the side of his face. “It’s good to meet you in person.”
But as she introduces herself, his brows rise and a flash of a smile crosses his face in recognition from the letters he’d sent. “No, I was just taking a look around. I’m Sunjata, we just spoke via letters, actually.” About what he’s intending to do with King’s End, and as he looks at her more fully, his smile broadens, tugged awkwardly at the scar on the side of his face. “It’s good to meet you in person.”
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.
