SUNJATA
Well he certainly wasn’t sure how he got here of all things. But at least the trees along the shore were brighter than in the Hollowed Grounds, and he appreciated the vibrancy of a majority of them – though there were some that had begun to fade, shift and change, but whether it was due to the blight or the changing season, he wasn’t sure. But after the long walk he had done, the comment that he was working when he was really mostly trying to explore more and see just how far the blight had spread, he had found himself here. Spit out in a sense.
But he steps out, boots sinking into the sands as he checks out the body of water, feeling a small amount more like he’s back home than the tiny oasis in the Hallowed Grounds. He inhales the air deeply, smiling softly to himself at the idea of the water, before he moves over toward the edge of the bank, taking his shoes off and rolling up his pants to go stand in the water. And when he does, he glances about the waters beneath, the sands at his feet, when he notices a small amount of sparkling stones beneath them.
“Ai, wat het ons hier? Geen groot klippe nie, maar iets.” He hums to himself, slipping back into his home language with a quiet chuckle, squatting down to look at the shifting hues beneath the water, reaching in to grab a handful and sifting through them.
ai, wat het ons hier? Geen groot klippe nie, maar iets. – oh, what do we have here? No huge stones, but something.
But he steps out, boots sinking into the sands as he checks out the body of water, feeling a small amount more like he’s back home than the tiny oasis in the Hallowed Grounds. He inhales the air deeply, smiling softly to himself at the idea of the water, before he moves over toward the edge of the bank, taking his shoes off and rolling up his pants to go stand in the water. And when he does, he glances about the waters beneath, the sands at his feet, when he notices a small amount of sparkling stones beneath them.
“Ai, wat het ons hier? Geen groot klippe nie, maar iets.” He hums to himself, slipping back into his home language with a quiet chuckle, squatting down to look at the shifting hues beneath the water, reaching in to grab a handful and sifting through them.
ai, wat het ons hier? Geen groot klippe nie, maar iets. – oh, what do we have here? No huge stones, but something.
the deeper you dig, the darker it gets
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.
