[RQ] [SE] and right there where we stood was holy ground

// ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not //

She grins widely and offers her name out, too, accepting his help. So Sunjata reaches out to take her hand in a shake, shooting her a lopsided grin of his own. “Nice to meet you Aithne.” He offers before he’s withdrawing and shaking his hands out a little, ignoring more of the rumbling thunder that seems to remain in the sky even past the screams that have just passed.

At her question, though, Sunjata’s surprise is clear across his face as his steel gaze flits to her from the rather menacing fountain. “Oh, no, I’m just happy to help.” He admits with a soft laugh. “I have seen the rage room, though. It’s a pretty neat place.” He’d spent time in it with Charlie way back when, actually. But that’s not really a conversation for right now. “Though you could show me some of your favorite haunts if you really wanna do something? I’m not in the Grounds all that often.” He isn’t pressed on whether or not she wants to repay him, but his answer is a truthful one. He wasn’t here regularly enough to know where the good spots were, aside from the Dusklight of course. A space he's trying desperately to avoid this time of year lest he run into the Theocrat's fiancé.

the flood

// if you find one, please,
let me know what piece i've lost //