// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
His nose wrinkles at the insinuation that he’d be handing information over to her — because that’s not even something on his radar. He hasn’t seen her for weeks, not since the leader meeting, and before that it was even longer. Nothing shared or said other than comfortable companionship.
He shrugs his shoulder as he hangs another decoration on the wall. “She isn’t Safrin.” He manages to grit out, the memory of Safrin utilizing him as such souring his mind. “I’m not a spy for her.” He answers honestly.
Sighing a little but glad to not have the arrows already shot into him, he straightens the decor he’s put up, looks over at her as the muscles feather in his jaw. “I was just explaining my side of it.” He’s well aware that the rest of Caido is uncomfortable, but he doesn’t have any doubt that if the rest of them fell into line like he had that it wouldn’t simply be just another day in Caido with its unique animals and occasional purple glow.
He shrugs his shoulder as he hangs another decoration on the wall. “She isn’t Safrin.” He manages to grit out, the memory of Safrin utilizing him as such souring his mind. “I’m not a spy for her.” He answers honestly.
Sighing a little but glad to not have the arrows already shot into him, he straightens the decor he’s put up, looks over at her as the muscles feather in his jaw. “I was just explaining my side of it.” He’s well aware that the rest of Caido is uncomfortable, but he doesn’t have any doubt that if the rest of them fell into line like he had that it wouldn’t simply be just another day in Caido with its unique animals and occasional purple glow.
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.
