the sea speaks a little more honestly
The huffed please only has him brightening a touch at the prospect, knowing that he hadn’t interrupted her plans too badly given his sudden appearance. “So long as you’re sure.” He pauses, arms loose as he pulls his attention away from the stormy sunset, looking back at her as she looks over to the hills in the distance. And while Sunjata knew her ranch was huge, it’s almost like he’s hearing about it for the first time.
Sure, he’s seen it above, but to have a number to it? Made it feel that much bigger than when he was looking at it while flying above it as a dragon. But, then again, most things seemed small in retrospect when one was a dragon.
“That’s true, guess we’ll have to test it and see.” Humming a note, his accented voice shifts a touch deeper, letting more of the accent slip through as he becomes more thoughtful, as if he’s running numbers in his head of just how they could pull it off. The corners, maybe, some supplementing rods in the middle to make sure it made it all the way.
But then she’s asking if he wants to walk it with her and Sunjata nods almost immediately. Not eager, not exactly. But excited, like he can’t wait to get back out into the storm. “You wanna take a ride? My feathers are pretty water proof.” He bounces a scarred brow, the grin he shoots her way crooked and lopsided from the scar that’s ruined his cheek.
Sure, he’s seen it above, but to have a number to it? Made it feel that much bigger than when he was looking at it while flying above it as a dragon. But, then again, most things seemed small in retrospect when one was a dragon.
“That’s true, guess we’ll have to test it and see.” Humming a note, his accented voice shifts a touch deeper, letting more of the accent slip through as he becomes more thoughtful, as if he’s running numbers in his head of just how they could pull it off. The corners, maybe, some supplementing rods in the middle to make sure it made it all the way.
But then she’s asking if he wants to walk it with her and Sunjata nods almost immediately. Not eager, not exactly. But excited, like he can’t wait to get back out into the storm. “You wanna take a ride? My feathers are pretty water proof.” He bounces a scarred brow, the grin he shoots her way crooked and lopsided from the scar that’s ruined his cheek.
to those who are willing to drown
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.
