// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Don’t blame you.” He says with a soft laugh, realizing that it was far past anyone to bring up Sunjata being seen in a good light for once. But as she continues when it comes to leadership, his nose wrinkles and he sighs a still very amused sound. “It has its moments.” Mostly the fact that nobody gets to tell him what to do in regards to it – something he’s realized over time that he craves. The freedom to make his own choices about the land he lives in. One that with Frey would certainly offer enough certainty to be possible.
But, she does give in to his shit eating grin despite it, and he moves to go and hand her a few more decorations she can nail to the front of her home, beaming up at her with a hint of brimming excitement. “Dahlia showed up.” He says at first, gauging her reaction. “And then Maea started to say something about how she wasn’t welcome there and wasn’t invited and I was pretty sure Dahlia would’ve done something.” He trails off, because his next line would have been along the lines of to garner respect rather than something dangerous and threatening.
“So I stepped in for the sake of everyone there, got Maea to apologize, and alleviated the situation enough for everyone to be fine.” Navy feathers sprout from his neck and shoulders, under his shirt despite the cold, fluffed up as if preening of pride for the action he’d taken.
But, she does give in to his shit eating grin despite it, and he moves to go and hand her a few more decorations she can nail to the front of her home, beaming up at her with a hint of brimming excitement. “Dahlia showed up.” He says at first, gauging her reaction. “And then Maea started to say something about how she wasn’t welcome there and wasn’t invited and I was pretty sure Dahlia would’ve done something.” He trails off, because his next line would have been along the lines of to garner respect rather than something dangerous and threatening.
“So I stepped in for the sake of everyone there, got Maea to apologize, and alleviated the situation enough for everyone to be fine.” Navy feathers sprout from his neck and shoulders, under his shirt despite the cold, fluffed up as if preening of pride for the action he’d taken.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
