i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
being pulled by the moon in a high tide
He can feel her eyes on him but he pays little attention to it as he focuses on the sandy black beach beneath his feet and the insane amount of cold he feels surrounding them despite all the layers he wears. So he keeps his hands shoved into his pockets, nice and deep to try and keep the warmth he does have as he shakes his head before he tilts it. “No, that’s not why.” He’s pretty sure, even as he seems to kind of go through the kombucha girl’s phases.
“Her ranch caught fire and burned down. She blamed me for not doing anything about the fires here even though we don’t.. really get that many so I didn’t think it was something to focus on at first.” He exhales a sigh that’s a cloud of fog in front of him before he shakes his head. “But I guess it kind of is my fault because I told her I’d try to get some lightning from the Grounds so we could make her fences electric and I had to use it for something else so she wasn’t home when it caught fire because she was chasing one of her livestock that’d gotten out.” It didn’t make a lot of sense to him either way – because even if she’d had the electric fences, who’s to say she would’ve been home at the time anyway.
And maybe he should have focused more on the rare and few fires that happened when Longheat was just a little too warm for a little too long.
Doesn’t matter much now, though, because she’s made her choice. So he latches onto the actual good news – the river and what Melita and Iskra are up to, using it to brighten his mood. “I thought so too.’ He agrees about the healing river, but his smile brightens and turns playful when he hears that she’d gotten her cannons and they’d harassed people in the Celestine. It even brings a quiet chuckle to air. “Thst’ll be nice.” The cannons, that is, but as for harassing people, he cuts her a small mischievous look above the scarf. “So how good of a harasser is Iskra?” He’d seemed tame at the party, though perhaps that was because of everything else.
“Her ranch caught fire and burned down. She blamed me for not doing anything about the fires here even though we don’t.. really get that many so I didn’t think it was something to focus on at first.” He exhales a sigh that’s a cloud of fog in front of him before he shakes his head. “But I guess it kind of is my fault because I told her I’d try to get some lightning from the Grounds so we could make her fences electric and I had to use it for something else so she wasn’t home when it caught fire because she was chasing one of her livestock that’d gotten out.” It didn’t make a lot of sense to him either way – because even if she’d had the electric fences, who’s to say she would’ve been home at the time anyway.
And maybe he should have focused more on the rare and few fires that happened when Longheat was just a little too warm for a little too long.
Doesn’t matter much now, though, because she’s made her choice. So he latches onto the actual good news – the river and what Melita and Iskra are up to, using it to brighten his mood. “I thought so too.’ He agrees about the healing river, but his smile brightens and turns playful when he hears that she’d gotten her cannons and they’d harassed people in the Celestine. It even brings a quiet chuckle to air. “Thst’ll be nice.” The cannons, that is, but as for harassing people, he cuts her a small mischievous look above the scarf. “So how good of a harasser is Iskra?” He’d seemed tame at the party, though perhaps that was because of everything else.
the flood
that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?
am i a villain or a saint?
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.
