SuNjATA
the flood
After having met with Rae, and their quick and decisive instructions, the Flood makes his way toward the Dreaming Well if only for some amount of contemplation before he gets everything else started – sharing the news, spreading the tasks out, going from there. It’s an overcast afternoon – a few sunbreaks here and there, a few clouds that are dark and bring rain. It changes swiftly with the cool breeze that sweeps through, one that Sunjata protects himself against with the navy feathers that sprout against his skin above his shirt collar like a navy turtleneck.
The rumor surrounding this well was always an intriguing one, and for a moment the Flood wonders if one day his impulsive thoughts will get the best of him where he decides to shift into his bat shift and see how far down the well actually goes. But today isn’t one of those days (yet), and instead, he snags a colorful pebble nearby – making his little silent wish, before he flicks the stone into the well and listens for a splash that will never come.
The rumor surrounding this well was always an intriguing one, and for a moment the Flood wonders if one day his impulsive thoughts will get the best of him where he decides to shift into his bat shift and see how far down the well actually goes. But today isn’t one of those days (yet), and instead, he snags a colorful pebble nearby – making his little silent wish, before he flicks the stone into the well and listens for a splash that will never come.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
