save your eyes for someone brighter than i will ever be
As Flora arrives, Sunjata’s laugh brightens up an already brightening day, inclining his head in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. I remember the Torchline LongNights.” He hums in his accented tone, rolling his eyes – albeit fondly, because those LongNights were a must after the traumatizing nightmares of the Grounds. “Wait til you get closer to the House of Midnight, you’ll probably think it’s just like home.” Teasing her gently, he follows her gaze down the path to a seemingly empty spot, nodding. “Yep. Figured a more central spot away and close enough to the Refuge might be a decent start for some people.” Then those people could do whatever they wanted to do elsewhere with the houses, but at least there’d be a space available if people didn’t feel as though they wanted to go frontiering.
Another face arrives, though, and Sunjata’s steel gaze drifts over toward Sah with a small smile of greeting – a part of his protective predatory shifts (it’s the dragon. It’s always the fucking dragon) regards his intentions, because the last time he’d seen Sah had been during the spar that had quite literally killed his niece, even if Ronin had brought her back to life.
Nodding after a moment of contemplation and internal bristling, the Flood gestures to the cart. “Hope you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.” Sunjata starts off, before he begins to guide them down the more worn path toward the House of Midnight. “We’re cleaning up the mess left behind.” He informs Sah, belatedly, as if realizing he likely didn’t know. “Let’s get started raking this shit up into piles and dumping it into the cart.” He gestures to the litter on each side of the path – broken bottles, random papers strewn about and wet because of melting snow, pieces of broken slats of wood, a single shoe somehow ending up here that looks to have been lost in the snowstorms just last season.
Round one! Start cleaning up the debris/litter!
No post order <3
Another face arrives, though, and Sunjata’s steel gaze drifts over toward Sah with a small smile of greeting – a part of his protective predatory shifts (it’s the dragon. It’s always the fucking dragon) regards his intentions, because the last time he’d seen Sah had been during the spar that had quite literally killed his niece, even if Ronin had brought her back to life.
Nodding after a moment of contemplation and internal bristling, the Flood gestures to the cart. “Hope you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.” Sunjata starts off, before he begins to guide them down the more worn path toward the House of Midnight. “We’re cleaning up the mess left behind.” He informs Sah, belatedly, as if realizing he likely didn’t know. “Let’s get started raking this shit up into piles and dumping it into the cart.” He gestures to the litter on each side of the path – broken bottles, random papers strewn about and wet because of melting snow, pieces of broken slats of wood, a single shoe somehow ending up here that looks to have been lost in the snowstorms just last season.
Round one! Start cleaning up the debris/litter!
No post order <3
don't hesitate to bring me to my knees
SUNJATA
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.
