SUNJATA
the flood
you killed a man there, and i cried
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
but the rain masked the hurt behind your face
It damn near works, the mention of the graves being the key to Niki’s necromancer heart. And as he continues, Sunjata can’t help but to let the accented chuckle slip from his lips, a lopsided smile, genuine for the first real time today as it blooms on his lips. “Good thing I’m familiar with them.” He jokes back, settling to hear that he hadn’t even had a chance to really look at the barrows previously. “I’ll have to show you around them, then. Or you can talk to Calla, she’s the Barrows Keeper.” He offers out easily.
It was her job to keep an eye on the spirits at least, perhaps she and Niki might get along.
Perking up to hear the Gilded Market mention, he winces at that requirement, all drama and feeling more alive in the past few minutes than he thinks he has in the past week alone. “Hmm, I dunno. That’s a big ask.” He tuts, head tilting this way and that, the dangling silver feather earrings dancing in his ears bounce with the movement. “Might have to settle for a nice not magical workshop.” He says as he hides his smile behind his cup of coffee.
It was her job to keep an eye on the spirits at least, perhaps she and Niki might get along.
Perking up to hear the Gilded Market mention, he winces at that requirement, all drama and feeling more alive in the past few minutes than he thinks he has in the past week alone. “Hmm, I dunno. That’s a big ask.” He tuts, head tilting this way and that, the dangling silver feather earrings dancing in his ears bounce with the movement. “Might have to settle for a nice not magical workshop.” He says as he hides his smile behind his cup of coffee.
by the way, dear, we're alive
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
and it hurts 'cause we survived it
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.
