// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“Responsibilities aren’t that hard to manage.” Sunjata says with a soft snort, rolling his eyes slightly before stepping back to collect a little sign of sorts, adorned with a snowman that he moves to hang beside Melita’s door, looking up at a nod at the mention of Maea’s hills to die on. “Yeah… I’m not totally sure about that.” He admits, face scrunching up with the thought.
He does capture her narrowed eyes and can sense the suspicion despite her not saying anything about it, his tattooed shoulders shrugging before he keeps his attention on her. “Frey seems to think they’re here to evolve things. They’re not… too concerned over all of it, but I think part of it is the interest in seeing how things change because of it.” Not unlike what they had said when the meteors had first crashed – more of a there’s always a bigger threat sentiment that he has learned to try and deal with.
He does capture her narrowed eyes and can sense the suspicion despite her not saying anything about it, his tattooed shoulders shrugging before he keeps his attention on her. “Frey seems to think they’re here to evolve things. They’re not… too concerned over all of it, but I think part of it is the interest in seeing how things change because of it.” Not unlike what they had said when the meteors had first crashed – more of a there’s always a bigger threat sentiment that he has learned to try and deal with.
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.
