// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Nodding – and finding a small amount of relief in knowing that he’d assumed right – Sunjata’s smile is bright as he looks across to Alys with her mention of being on good terms with Deimos. As for Stormbreak, he sighs a touch in agreement. “Yeah… The Tower fell again, so I’m sure it’s been a lot of work.” He’s glad it isn’t his region, at least. And for that, he’s grateful to have this little sit down chat with his Seer about making sure that King’s End remained a viable place without threats and could focus on actually doing things.
“Agreed.” He says, before he’s leaning forward in his seat and drawing his legs under him, ankles crossed as he looks to see the loose layout of New Haven’s main drag that she draws in the notebook. “Livestock toward the courtyard, maybe? It’s wider there.” As he thinks about the following questions, his head tilts slightly as he considers the option of food. “Maybe we can organize the food vendors throughout and kind of theme them? Like.. Maybe the apothecary vendors get to have a fruit and vegetable stall?” His brows pinch as he thinks about it, pausing to lift his steel gaze to his Seer’s face to see what her thoughts were.
“Agreed.” He says, before he’s leaning forward in his seat and drawing his legs under him, ankles crossed as he looks to see the loose layout of New Haven’s main drag that she draws in the notebook. “Livestock toward the courtyard, maybe? It’s wider there.” As he thinks about the following questions, his head tilts slightly as he considers the option of food. “Maybe we can organize the food vendors throughout and kind of theme them? Like.. Maybe the apothecary vendors get to have a fruit and vegetable stall?” His brows pinch as he thinks about it, pausing to lift his steel gaze to his Seer’s face to see what her thoughts were.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
