// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
“No,” Sunjata says quickly, fingertips threading through another piece of garland he’s grabbed. He’s fairly confident he wouldn’t be a spy for her even if she asked because there’s no reason for him to be one. Not with Vox around and having an idea of what’s going on. As for whether or not he gets a say in it, he nods. “I do.” Because he hasn’t been asked to do anything he doesn’t want to do, nor has he been asked to do… well, anything really. And Frey had seen it and not worried or panicked, so as far as Sunjata can tell, worse things could be happening.
And they’re not, so he’s fine.
Hanging the garland up with a few tacks, he looks over his shoulder at her with the question. “Ru was the only other person I told. I told her when I gave her my heart.” So he physically and emotionally cannot stray from her. “And we have a little journal to make sure if anything changes we’ll go to Frey immediately.” As his deity requested, of course.
And they’re not, so he’s fine.
Hanging the garland up with a few tacks, he looks over his shoulder at her with the question. “Ru was the only other person I told. I told her when I gave her my heart.” So he physically and emotionally cannot stray from her. “And we have a little journal to make sure if anything changes we’ll go to Frey immediately.” As his deity requested, of course.
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.
