// i'm not so good with tenses //
“Please.” Sunjata offers once he’s recovered from the lightshow of his surprise and the bluntness from Niki that he appreciates. It’s honest and refreshing in a way that doesn’t feel judgemental or questioning, no knives hidden in the shadows of the necromancer’s tone. And perhaps he shouldn’t be so trusting of it with how much it has burned him in the past, but this is a breath of fresh air.
With the turn of conversation and the question of the paths, absolutely in relation to the Greatwood’s choice of rearranging paths willy nilly, Sunjata snorts and shakes his head. “They don’t. They stay exactly as they are.” He confirms with a nod. “And they’re even flecked with gold. Courtesy of my friend Isla who helped make it.” It isn’t as though he needs to sell the point more, but the addition of gold was a beautiful and happy accident he can’t help but to be fond of it.
With the turn of conversation and the question of the paths, absolutely in relation to the Greatwood’s choice of rearranging paths willy nilly, Sunjata snorts and shakes his head. “They don’t. They stay exactly as they are.” He confirms with a nod. “And they’re even flecked with gold. Courtesy of my friend Isla who helped make it.” It isn’t as though he needs to sell the point more, but the addition of gold was a beautiful and happy accident he can’t help but to be fond of it.
the Heartless
// i'm tensin' up thinkin' about what i'm supposed to call you now //
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.
