SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
Seeing her Cheshire grin as it grows once she’s considered his offer, Sunjata’s grin is equal in terms of eagerness and excitement. Happy to hop aboard with her once he’s ensured Petronella is safely settled on the deck, he watches for a moment as she goes to greet Melita’s two companions. First to Sila with a little mewl and then to Fangorn with a flicker of happiness and mischief when it came to his trailing vines, as she always had.
Settling in as she gets the ship ready for flight, he looks over when she mentions the cannons and a soft laugh leaves him. “These are awesome. What do they do? Aside from, y'know, cannon shit.” He very nearly chimes, unsure if they do much more than just being a plain cannon - but he knows Melita at the end of the day. She wasn't one that often preferred having the mundane for long if she had other options. Having never been one prone to the idea of sailing, cannons were something he wasn’t that familiar with. But if she was enjoying them and had worked hard for them, the least he could do is be excited for her to have it.
But then the ship is evening out, the edge of the Boondocks visible and beautiful as he goes to hand her a burlap sack too, chuckling lightly as he settles his between himself and the side of the ship, if only so he can snag handfuls of seeds to start dumping them overboard, watching as they fly around like little tiny raindrops into the otherwise sandy, dune-like boarder. “Feel free to throw as many of them out at a time as you want. It’s all like rain at the end of the day. No real rhyme or reason.
Settling in as she gets the ship ready for flight, he looks over when she mentions the cannons and a soft laugh leaves him. “These are awesome. What do they do? Aside from, y'know, cannon shit.” He very nearly chimes, unsure if they do much more than just being a plain cannon - but he knows Melita at the end of the day. She wasn't one that often preferred having the mundane for long if she had other options. Having never been one prone to the idea of sailing, cannons were something he wasn’t that familiar with. But if she was enjoying them and had worked hard for them, the least he could do is be excited for her to have it.
But then the ship is evening out, the edge of the Boondocks visible and beautiful as he goes to hand her a burlap sack too, chuckling lightly as he settles his between himself and the side of the ship, if only so he can snag handfuls of seeds to start dumping them overboard, watching as they fly around like little tiny raindrops into the otherwise sandy, dune-like boarder. “Feel free to throw as many of them out at a time as you want. It’s all like rain at the end of the day. No real rhyme or reason.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
