SuNJATA
the flood
His nose is already wrinkling at the sight of it – turning toward Melita when she makes her complaints, nodding his agreement. “Reminds me of Korofi, kind of.” Like the vast colleges they had, spaces where Sunjata had spent part of his time to learn and focus on his studies before his father had sent him to the training center. Half here, half there, learning to become somebody he would never end up being.
That was a long time ago, though, and he doesn’t have to go and learn about flood seasons or literacy, and so when she speaks his head tilts toward her, scarred brow lifted as his grey gaze scans her face. “Sure.” He says without hesitating, though he doesn’t know what he’s trying. “What are you thinking of trying?” He wonders if it has to do with her magic she’d told him about, in which case which one should he use for her to nab.
That was a long time ago, though, and he doesn’t have to go and learn about flood seasons or literacy, and so when she speaks his head tilts toward her, scarred brow lifted as his grey gaze scans her face. “Sure.” He says without hesitating, though he doesn’t know what he’s trying. “What are you thinking of trying?” He wonders if it has to do with her magic she’d told him about, in which case which one should he use for her to nab.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
