SUNJATA
i am the ocean, i am the sea
He gives her a small grin as she laughs and explains, a brow raised in his direction. He nods in understanding but chuckles all the same. “Can’t blame a man for trying.” He leans toward her, elbow snaking out to bump into hers with the joke before he gives her more space again. “The gods back at my home were nonexistent. The family I came from were considered gods.” He offers offhandedly, a small shrug. “We cast the judgement, we cast the punishment. A hard place to grow up, but it made you resourceful.” He glances over to her and gives her a small wink.But she mentions she’s a midwife, and he asks about children. He nods as they walk, ignoring the information about the blight as he thinks on how she’s a healer, and another part of him relishes in that. Ah, yes, a very womanly job. “A healer then? You’re quite the catch.” He rumbles with a smile, but the smile falters as she questions about his transition. His shoulders rise and fall in another shrug, looking off straight ahead. “It’s been a change, but luckily work is easy to come across. I’ve got a gig.” He acknowledges with a quiet chuckle, a point he won’t elaborate on.
there is a world inside of me
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.
