// placing a smile at the perfect event //
How the room ever got like this is a mystery only Caido knows, as far as Sunjata’s concerned. They did have plenty of snow last season, but this amount of mud was far worse than he’d experienced in the years of living here, such that it makes him quietly glad he’s embodied the Flood with his use of water magic, making it easy to cut through the mud that clings to the walls like he’s a living, breathing pressure washer.
Petronella settles near Flora, the young sea panther batting at the rivers of soapy mud that she leaves behind – mewing quietly each time a big bubble passes by like it’s the biggest threat to their work (because obviously she’s helping). “Oh it does. I keep just writing fuck off into it so it might get the hint.” He rumbles, a slight annoyance in his tone as he continues to spray some water against the wall, trying to carve through the mud without damaging the wall.
“Things are good over here. Quiet without the void, finally.” He says, glancing over his shoulder toward her to offer his scarred, lopsided smile. “Honestly, though, between us? So fucking boring for me right now.” The smile breaks into a laugh as he turns back to the wall, continuing to try and get this portion of the memory mud off. “What about Torchline? You guys have a good LongNight?” He misses the bonfires and heat of Torchline’s celebrations – but it was a nearly impossible feat for this region and the snow it received.
Petronella settles near Flora, the young sea panther batting at the rivers of soapy mud that she leaves behind – mewing quietly each time a big bubble passes by like it’s the biggest threat to their work (because obviously she’s helping). “Oh it does. I keep just writing fuck off into it so it might get the hint.” He rumbles, a slight annoyance in his tone as he continues to spray some water against the wall, trying to carve through the mud without damaging the wall.
“Things are good over here. Quiet without the void, finally.” He says, glancing over his shoulder toward her to offer his scarred, lopsided smile. “Honestly, though, between us? So fucking boring for me right now.” The smile breaks into a laugh as he turns back to the wall, continuing to try and get this portion of the memory mud off. “What about Torchline? You guys have a good LongNight?” He misses the bonfires and heat of Torchline’s celebrations – but it was a nearly impossible feat for this region and the snow it received.
Sunjata
// gracing your skin with the side of my hand //
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.
