better get to diggin' while my body's getting cold.
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
i keep tryna fight it so just promise when i go, you'll bury me low
He had in fact taken the idea of visiting Frey’s Breath for a change of scenery in between visiting the Greatwood. It felt like he was hardly home anymore – but it felt urgent. To try and tackle the roses or lilies in order to take the Family out little by little. So far, though, he’s come up empty, and no news of anything coming to light had come his way. So, Frey’s demigod continues to try and scout and find, feeling awful for being idle for too long.
He doesn’t see Alys at first, nor the clothes with the way the mist and humidity is thicker here – traversing along the opposite edge of the hot springs. He sheds his shirt and shoes, figuring that wading within the springs was likely the best way to seek out the elusive lilies. He slips into the water easily, uncaring about the water that would get into his jeans, able to dry them with a flick of his magic – and he begins his search.
Sunjata makes it part of the way before he stops short, blinking at Alys in surprise. “Alys?” He asks, his accent flickering quietly above the surface of the water, letting a lopsided but easy smile of greeting grace his face as he rises in the water somewhat, letting the rivets of water flare down his shoulders and neck, leaving floral tattoos in their wake, turning his entire chest and neck a deep navy pattern.
He doesn’t see Alys at first, nor the clothes with the way the mist and humidity is thicker here – traversing along the opposite edge of the hot springs. He sheds his shirt and shoes, figuring that wading within the springs was likely the best way to seek out the elusive lilies. He slips into the water easily, uncaring about the water that would get into his jeans, able to dry them with a flick of his magic – and he begins his search.
Sunjata makes it part of the way before he stops short, blinking at Alys in surprise. “Alys?” He asks, his accent flickering quietly above the surface of the water, letting a lopsided but easy smile of greeting grace his face as he rises in the water somewhat, letting the rivets of water flare down his shoulders and neck, leaving floral tattoos in their wake, turning his entire chest and neck a deep navy pattern.
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.
