please remain calm, the end has arrived. we cannot save you, enjoy the ride.
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
this is the moment you've been waiting for, don't call it a warning. this is a war
The bright rumble of a laugh leaves the Flood as Iskra ends with precisely the same thing Sunjata would say, too, that’s Mel for ya, and he twists his attention to the woodworker, his smile lopsided with the air of the end of his laugh. “Yeah. She’s good at that, huh?” In case it wasn’t clear yet, the glimmer in his gaze suggests that Mel and his niece are one in the same.
Ah, but then there’s dragons and mine to be collected, and his gaze flits to Goose briefly with equal amounts of amusement and protection rippling through his wings as he ensures the dragon won’t come back to fuck around. Which leaves them perfectly capable of finding the vein of iron for him.
He steps aside to let Iskra start prepping to mine, his grin brightening. “I’ll put ya out, don’t worry.” Waggling his fingertips with a glimmer of summoned water, Sunjata flicks it up into the air to let a bit of rain fall upon them, cooling the heat of the Climb momentarily. But what a momentary reprieve it is while Iskra works.
Iron ore begins to spill slowly but surely from the vein, the reddened hue making it appear more like clay in the low light of this particular outcropping, and with it Sunjata makes himself busy collecting the pieces for the other man. "Hey look, no lava."
Ah, but then there’s dragons and mine to be collected, and his gaze flits to Goose briefly with equal amounts of amusement and protection rippling through his wings as he ensures the dragon won’t come back to fuck around. Which leaves them perfectly capable of finding the vein of iron for him.
He steps aside to let Iskra start prepping to mine, his grin brightening. “I’ll put ya out, don’t worry.” Waggling his fingertips with a glimmer of summoned water, Sunjata flicks it up into the air to let a bit of rain fall upon them, cooling the heat of the Climb momentarily. But what a momentary reprieve it is while Iskra works.
Iron ore begins to spill slowly but surely from the vein, the reddened hue making it appear more like clay in the low light of this particular outcropping, and with it Sunjata makes himself busy collecting the pieces for the other man. "Hey look, no lava."
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.
