// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Having expected Deimos to know, Sunjata’s gaze flits up to his face with a raise to his scarred eyebrow, head tilting slightly. “About trying to protect Flora.” He doesn’t elaborate too far, at least not initially, nose wrinkling slightly before he puffs out a soft sigh. “I don’t really know the details, but, Ronin said she kidnapped Flora.” The frown that tugs on his face is evident, even though he understands. He doesn’t know much more details than that, unfortunately.
As for the trade negotiation, Sunjata nods and flashes a small smile. “Thanks. When I get back I’ll send over what we’ve harvested.” Sunjata murmurs, before that smile broadens with a grateful twinge, nodding his head. He gets it – it’s certainly the last thing on his priority destinations. “Thanks, Deimos.” He murmurs, shifting a little in his seat, hesitating in case there was anything else he wanted to talk about.
As for the trade negotiation, Sunjata nods and flashes a small smile. “Thanks. When I get back I’ll send over what we’ve harvested.” Sunjata murmurs, before that smile broadens with a grateful twinge, nodding his head. He gets it – it’s certainly the last thing on his priority destinations. “Thanks, Deimos.” He murmurs, shifting a little in his seat, hesitating in case there was anything else he wanted to talk about.
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.
