// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Well, so far it goes better than he’d expected. There’s no sudden fire or arrows launched at him, but his shoulders are a little bit intense in spite of it. “I’m not one of them one of them.” He tries to clarify, nose wrinkling slightly. “I consider it friendly.” He shrugs, but he knows that doesn’t really answer her question, and so he instead folds his arms across his chest and settles on the heels of his feet, head tilting slightly.
“The point that I’m trying to make is that the void shit doesn’t bother me. The creatures aren’t aggressive nor do I feel anything being nearby them. Dahlia, herself, is quite lovely if you actually talk to her.” Another reiterating point, going to bat for the Reaper herself in spite of everyone sending off warnings about her. If only they talked to her, they would understand too, wouldn’t they? They had to.
“The point that I’m trying to make is that the void shit doesn’t bother me. The creatures aren’t aggressive nor do I feel anything being nearby them. Dahlia, herself, is quite lovely if you actually talk to her.” Another reiterating point, going to bat for the Reaper herself in spite of everyone sending off warnings about her. If only they talked to her, they would understand too, wouldn’t they? They had to.
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.
