// welcome to paradise //
As work draws to a close, a huff of laughter is offered alongside amusement that flickers down the attuned bond toward Hadama, flashing the other demigod a crooked smile. “Feel free to.” Information was always a welcome addition to those that hadn’t traveled to a region before – or those who had, but didn’t know the unique little tidbits without opening a book. And for that, Sunjata would always be pleased to brag about his region. He’s sure Hadama feels the same.
But as the Flood steps up beside Hotaru and winds his arm around her again – ignorant or perhaps playfully ignoring the previous all day banter of his spit, he admires the space for little shops to be displayed – another welcome addition to what life was like in King’s End. “I love it.” His accent pours over the words as he looks toward the Valkyrie, then on toward Tal and Hadama as they break for the evening once more.
And yet again, the Flood whisks the Valkyrie away to soothe sore bones weary from work, only to return bright and early – already having downed two cups of coffee and a snack for breakfast.
Nodding toward Hadama as he takes the wharf platform, the Flood peers up through the gloomy morning to notice the framing for the roofing. Now, roofing is something the Flood has experience with, and it’s with a playful grin that he announces as such. “I’ll take the roof. I put plenty up in Torchline over the years, so hopefully this is just as smooth.” Bouncing his brows in relatively good spirits (and thankfully, very caffeinated spirits) toward Hadama, Sunjata obnoxiously nuzzles Hotaru’s temple as he walks by, feathered wings spiraling from his back in multicolored hues of blue from dark to light shades as he collects whatever tools he needs and takes to the sky to get started ensuring it had ample coverage.
Sunjata’s team roof!
But as the Flood steps up beside Hotaru and winds his arm around her again – ignorant or perhaps playfully ignoring the previous all day banter of his spit, he admires the space for little shops to be displayed – another welcome addition to what life was like in King’s End. “I love it.” His accent pours over the words as he looks toward the Valkyrie, then on toward Tal and Hadama as they break for the evening once more.
And yet again, the Flood whisks the Valkyrie away to soothe sore bones weary from work, only to return bright and early – already having downed two cups of coffee and a snack for breakfast.
Nodding toward Hadama as he takes the wharf platform, the Flood peers up through the gloomy morning to notice the framing for the roofing. Now, roofing is something the Flood has experience with, and it’s with a playful grin that he announces as such. “I’ll take the roof. I put plenty up in Torchline over the years, so hopefully this is just as smooth.” Bouncing his brows in relatively good spirits (and thankfully, very caffeinated spirits) toward Hadama, Sunjata obnoxiously nuzzles Hotaru’s temple as he walks by, feathered wings spiraling from his back in multicolored hues of blue from dark to light shades as he collects whatever tools he needs and takes to the sky to get started ensuring it had ample coverage.
Sunjata’s team roof!
the flood
// where me and you can always hide //
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.
