// now we are hanging out in the backyard //
Sunjata nods with a slight scrunch of his nose. “Yeah. I think it’s been so cold lately it’s all been fucked.” He shrugs a broad shoulder, unsure what exactly was causing it, but supposing he should probably go and give an offering to the Flowerbirth deity if only so maybe he might make it so the world wasn’t so fucking cold everywhere.
Offering up some little tidbits about the friend he’s made, Sunjata’s steel gaze drops to the flowers in her hands, the way the stems weave and curve around each other until they’ve made a crown of the hues of the sea. It’s pretty, and all of his favorite colors, but when she offers the recognition of the necromancer does Sunjata nod and huff a soft laugh. “Yeah. That’s him.” It was why he’d picked the house for Niki that he had – backing up against a row of graves to give him something to look out on that he liked.
But her question has him snorting again, sitting back on the bench and stretches out his long legs. “Well, it was the Greatwood and I didn’t really wanna fly the whole way home. And he offered.” So that was that. As for what he made for him, Sunjata hums a little sound and glances over at her. “Well, we designed this metal box I was originally going to use to have a bunch of things in it that Ru liked for the wedding.. but when that didn’t happen, he made it into a really pretty candle holder.” His smile twists a bit softer with that, charmed in the shift of turning something that would have just sat there as a reminder of what didn’t happen into something that he would actually use and get enjoyment out of.
Offering up some little tidbits about the friend he’s made, Sunjata’s steel gaze drops to the flowers in her hands, the way the stems weave and curve around each other until they’ve made a crown of the hues of the sea. It’s pretty, and all of his favorite colors, but when she offers the recognition of the necromancer does Sunjata nod and huff a soft laugh. “Yeah. That’s him.” It was why he’d picked the house for Niki that he had – backing up against a row of graves to give him something to look out on that he liked.
But her question has him snorting again, sitting back on the bench and stretches out his long legs. “Well, it was the Greatwood and I didn’t really wanna fly the whole way home. And he offered.” So that was that. As for what he made for him, Sunjata hums a little sound and glances over at her. “Well, we designed this metal box I was originally going to use to have a bunch of things in it that Ru liked for the wedding.. but when that didn’t happen, he made it into a really pretty candle holder.” His smile twists a bit softer with that, charmed in the shift of turning something that would have just sat there as a reminder of what didn’t happen into something that he would actually use and get enjoyment out of.
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.
