// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //
some have names but most do not //
Her fanged grin greets him and the tension in his shoulders relaxes a fraction to realize that she isn’t in dire trouble. He shoots her a lopsided one in return, the scar that carves up the side of his cheek one that makes it crooked just by existing. “That’s good.” He offers with a breath of relief, before her dramatic sigh leaves her and she’s looking back at the fountain.
His own attention flits toward it, seeing its sharpness and how it looks relatively deadly all things considered. He’s surprised to hear that it’s to be a healing fountain, though for a region full of Ancient’s he’s not too sure what he expected if he’s being honest with himself. “First I’m hearing about it, actually.” He admits with a little purse of his lips before he straightens up a bit. “What’s left for it?” He’s currently in progress for the healing river back home, and a curious part of him wonders whether or not the tasks line up with what Rae has asked him to do.
His own attention flits toward it, seeing its sharpness and how it looks relatively deadly all things considered. He’s surprised to hear that it’s to be a healing fountain, though for a region full of Ancient’s he’s not too sure what he expected if he’s being honest with himself. “First I’m hearing about it, actually.” He admits with a little purse of his lips before he straightens up a bit. “What’s left for it?” He’s currently in progress for the healing river back home, and a curious part of him wonders whether or not the tasks line up with what Rae has asked him to do.
the flood
// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //
let me know what piece i've lost //
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.
