// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Infinitely familiar with the chill in the air that still lingered from the cold LongNight night, Sunjata’s decked out in a dark green sweater underneath a weatherproof jacket, hands in his pocket and warm boots. His gaze snags on the market they drift through, each stall bringing a smidge of curiosity as she asks how LongNight went, and when she says empanada’s, he’s hit with a distinct memory he’d forgotten about, with Nate’s voice and the snap of his fingers trying to remember the name encantado and resulting in that.
Charmed by it, even if he couldn’t feel the love for Nate in the state he’s in anymore, it was still amusing enough that he flashes her an amused smile as they stop by some flowers. “That sounds fun. We had a party with bonfires, sledding, markets, and music.” He touts a little playfully, nudging her with an elbow. “Did you jump through the hoops?” He asks as he reaches out to rearrange the bouquet closest to him.
Charmed by it, even if he couldn’t feel the love for Nate in the state he’s in anymore, it was still amusing enough that he flashes her an amused smile as they stop by some flowers. “That sounds fun. We had a party with bonfires, sledding, markets, and music.” He touts a little playfully, nudging her with an elbow. “Did you jump through the hoops?” He asks as he reaches out to rearrange the bouquet closest to him.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
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.
