// i'm not so good with tenses //
Luckily for them, it isn’t snowing terribly hard today. It’s enough to blot out the sky but the flakes that fall are relatively small in the grand scheme, unlikely to pile up too quickly on the walkways through New Haven. And with the shoveling and attention put on it for this season, he can very clearly see the glimmer of gold veining throughout the cobblestones as they walk – distracted by the thread that Melita offers.
His silver gaze flits up, scanning over to his niece as he nods and slows by a stall that has a variety of trinkets for the coldest season. “She did, yeah.” He hums, picking up a warm scarf to inspect, black and emerald yarn used to do interlocking designs. “She helped me with my quest from Frey.” And it had descended into a bad trip, which.. Honestly, was exactly what the Heartless needed, even if it had left him feeling relatively helpless in the moment. "Did she say anything about it?"
His silver gaze flits up, scanning over to his niece as he nods and slows by a stall that has a variety of trinkets for the coldest season. “She did, yeah.” He hums, picking up a warm scarf to inspect, black and emerald yarn used to do interlocking designs. “She helped me with my quest from Frey.” And it had descended into a bad trip, which.. Honestly, was exactly what the Heartless needed, even if it had left him feeling relatively helpless in the moment. "Did she say anything about 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.
