SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
Despite being mostly contained, Petronella’s attention remains on the strange patch of snow that seems to be scowling and hissing at them, before she averts her gilded gaze back to Lena with another quiet little mew. “I’m gathering supplies and connecting with people to help, but I will let you know when we start it.” Sunjata hums with a softer smile, now that the surprise has worn off.
“Thanks.” He says to the welcome, before she starts to get back to work and he eyes the abominable snowball curiously. “Do you need any help here? I’m handy and can fix things, if you need anything.” Anything to get a better idea as to what really made the Celestine tick in terms of keeping the wildlife within happy and content – though he assumes it’s mostly god natured help. Still, can't hurt to ask.
“Thanks.” He says to the welcome, before she starts to get back to work and he eyes the abominable snowball curiously. “Do you need any help here? I’m handy and can fix things, if you need anything.” Anything to get a better idea as to what really made the Celestine tick in terms of keeping the wildlife within happy and content – though he assumes it’s mostly god natured help. Still, can't hurt to ask.
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.
