[SE] what you're given, what you live in

SUNJATA

the flood

but am i too late? or hearts to your spades,
if i don't suit you? then what do you want from me?

It’s been a whole event for most of the evening. Such that Sunjata doesn’t see Ronin when he arrives, too busy under the water trying to push and shove debris out that would only wash up later or have a chance of rocking right into the docks as the tide changes. He’s been an orca in the deeper portion of the water, pushing and nudging things to the side when he finally emerges and gives a really heavy crate an added push from his water magic so it can be on harder ground before he’s finally dragging himself out of the water, dripping and coated in the floral inky tattoos from head to toe.

That’s when he spots Ronin helping out a few young men with a piece of wood blocking the path, and he snags the crate in the process to drag over to the piles everyone’s been making. “Hey Ronin, didn’t know you were stopping by?” He murmurs, flashing him a cautious smile — glancing around briefly to see if Remi is nearby and if he needs to be on guard.

so we're not written in the stars,
but i'm okay with that. i'm okay with anything