// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
Sunjata perks up with a touch of confusion when Kaisel explains, clarifying the fact that it wasn’t the starry goddess herself but one of the daughters. Which, to be honest, grants a wince from the Flood as he tries to imagine it. “Shit.” He mutters, letting his steel gaze linger on the young Accepted briefly before he puffs out a sigh and looks way again toward the shrine they head toward. “Yeah that sounds about right.” He murmurs, drawing silent again to let him explain further, not wanting to push Kaisel into explaining things he didn’t want to share.
But it seems like he’s getting the full story, and he settles in for it as he flits through the bag he’d brought, producing a variety of fruits and vegetables - peaches, because of course he’d always had to bring peaches - and an eggplant because that definitely fit the vibe well enough too. He saparks his water magic to life, utilizing it to place the produce around the shrine and to make the water glitter in a misty, rainbow kind of hue for the moat that surrounded the shrine itself. “I think it depends.” He admits with a quiet sigh. “I mean… I loved my husband enough that I stepped down from leading Torchline and essentially self exiled myself here in King’s End when it was still wild because Safrin hated him so much.” His nose wrinkles with the memory, before he twists his head to look back over at Kaisel, an apologetic gleam in his gaze.
“But unlike her, he never really asked much of me. It felt… Unconditional, you know? With Safrin it always felt like a transaction. The treatment I received was solely based on how much I put her before everything else. Guess it extends to her kids.” Offering him a crooked and apologetic smile, he sinks back on his heels. “I think you did the right thing, though. For what it’s worth.”
But it seems like he’s getting the full story, and he settles in for it as he flits through the bag he’d brought, producing a variety of fruits and vegetables - peaches, because of course he’d always had to bring peaches - and an eggplant because that definitely fit the vibe well enough too. He saparks his water magic to life, utilizing it to place the produce around the shrine and to make the water glitter in a misty, rainbow kind of hue for the moat that surrounded the shrine itself. “I think it depends.” He admits with a quiet sigh. “I mean… I loved my husband enough that I stepped down from leading Torchline and essentially self exiled myself here in King’s End when it was still wild because Safrin hated him so much.” His nose wrinkles with the memory, before he twists his head to look back over at Kaisel, an apologetic gleam in his gaze.
“But unlike her, he never really asked much of me. It felt… Unconditional, you know? With Safrin it always felt like a transaction. The treatment I received was solely based on how much I put her before everything else. Guess it extends to her kids.” Offering him a crooked and apologetic smile, he sinks back on his heels. “I think you did the right thing, though. For what it’s worth.”
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
