SuNjATA
the flood
Its true, people don’t often come out this way. But there is one who does, guided by old familiar paths that have long grown over since the war when he’d needed the short cuts to get here and there. What he doesn’t expect to see is a familiar horse grazing in the long grasses that have grown and been free from the mud, let alone the perfectly nude and familiar blonde behind him as Sunjata passes.
It's not awkward, at least for him as he hums a note of greeting to her in the form of "hey Colt," – his scarred hand offering a wave above Bean’s back, turning his focus onto the equine lest Colt grow suddenly self conscious despite the fact he’d seen her like this before. Murmuring a gentle greeting to Beans, his hand brushes along the horse’s neck in a kind and easy touch as he directs his question to the rancher appearing to sun tan on the rock. “Are you tanning, or…?” He’s not really sure what else she could be doing if he’s being honest.
It's not awkward, at least for him as he hums a note of greeting to her in the form of "hey Colt," – his scarred hand offering a wave above Bean’s back, turning his focus onto the equine lest Colt grow suddenly self conscious despite the fact he’d seen her like this before. Murmuring a gentle greeting to Beans, his hand brushes along the horse’s neck in a kind and easy touch as he directs his question to the rancher appearing to sun tan on the rock. “Are you tanning, or…?” He’s not really sure what else she could be doing if he’s being honest.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
