SuNjATA
the flood
Sunjata is never the most prepared when it comes to big events happening. And with Longnight approaching, he plans to change that somewhat. Lily had helped him attract more Luxere, and with it he decides that maybe he can spread Safrin’s name a bit more — look for her even in the daylight, and try to convince more Luxere to come and guard the temple and the monster hunters guild. It would be difficult, the creatures don’t particularly care for him that much, but at least he can try.
Bundled in plenty of furs, he seems far more put together than he had before — wounds have healed, scars have remained, but his hair is pushed back out of his steel eyes as he makes his way to the fields. It’s a place he hasn’t been before, but the wide open area feels more like home than anything else so far, and he finds he’s really craving the idea of peace and settling himself. He’s brought some snacks the Luxere like just in case, too, if he happens across any. Just in the off chance he does.
But he soon realizes as he trudges along the icy grasses, that he’s not alone. He can see the tuft of pale hair, familiar shape of his form, and a somewhat tattered blanket. Naturally, Sunjata changes his course, interested in seeing how Oliver is adjusting to this new world, new place, among the hubbub of Longnight’s approach. “Hey Ollie.” He calls out ahead of time, in order to not surprise the other man, a crooked smile on his face as he greets Oliver.
Bundled in plenty of furs, he seems far more put together than he had before — wounds have healed, scars have remained, but his hair is pushed back out of his steel eyes as he makes his way to the fields. It’s a place he hasn’t been before, but the wide open area feels more like home than anything else so far, and he finds he’s really craving the idea of peace and settling himself. He’s brought some snacks the Luxere like just in case, too, if he happens across any. Just in the off chance he does.
But he soon realizes as he trudges along the icy grasses, that he’s not alone. He can see the tuft of pale hair, familiar shape of his form, and a somewhat tattered blanket. Naturally, Sunjata changes his course, interested in seeing how Oliver is adjusting to this new world, new place, among the hubbub of Longnight’s approach. “Hey Ollie.” He calls out ahead of time, in order to not surprise the other man, a crooked smile on his face as he greets Oliver.
a little rebellion
now and then
is a good thing
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.
