SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
He can always work with Lena as well to find the best time to embrace the work for the town in King’s End, for now though the dulling of Longheat seems to be something that has him wondering if perhaps pushing it until Leafchange might be better. Either way, Sunjata nods and the second a treat is spotted Petronella scrambles toward it in a show of feline grace. “I found her in the Oerwoud. Her littermates had been attacked by a molten tiger, she was the only survivor.” He says with a small frown that graces his face at the memory, before he shakes his head. It didn’t matter now, she had him to take care of her and he certainly would do exactly that. “Her name’s Petronella.” He adds, in case Lena wanted to speak to her by name even if the snowball seemed as if it would be more content with ripping the sea panther to shreds.
Sunjata inherently trusts that Lena won’t let that happen when she suggests that the door needs to be fixed. And he nods, looking over toward it to see just what kind of state it’s in. Approaching it, he notes that while it does hang lopsided and broken, there’s rot through it that makes it unsalvageable aside from the hinges and the handle, and with a quick glance around finds a small pile of wood, likely used for wall structures or for the edges of the very gardens that Lena is working on. “Is it alright if I use some of this?” He asks, hoisting up a few pieces of the wood, already imagining how to fit them together.
Sunjata inherently trusts that Lena won’t let that happen when she suggests that the door needs to be fixed. And he nods, looking over toward it to see just what kind of state it’s in. Approaching it, he notes that while it does hang lopsided and broken, there’s rot through it that makes it unsalvageable aside from the hinges and the handle, and with a quick glance around finds a small pile of wood, likely used for wall structures or for the edges of the very gardens that Lena is working on. “Is it alright if I use some of this?” He asks, hoisting up a few pieces of the wood, already imagining how to fit them together.
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.
