SuNjATA
the flood
He gives Oliver a slight nod, a roguish smile in response. Jata is by far easier than anything else. And nobody had even asked for his last name yet — the whole thing a jumble of vowels in the wrong spots, making the sounds come out odd and unique in this common tongue. But he doesn’t mind. Sometimes it’s easier to slip into the language of home, other times it’s easier in this one. Just depends on the person.
But when Oliver says it’s a lot, Sunjata puffs out a bit of a sigh, a whoosh of air in agreement with a nod as he looks ahead over the snow. “Yeah, it can be.” He agrees. It had been easy for him when he arrived. The middle of summer, of warmth, of sunshine and easy breezes to keep things cool. Winter? He decides he really hates the snow, first time seeing it in his life and all that. But Oliver mentions he still can’t remember much and Sunjata chuckles to that. “Hopefully it’ll come to you, or maybe you’ll find out some new things you like that you might not have before?” He suggests, deciding he’d rather keep his own memories rather than the possibility of forgetting them. It’s easier that way.
He doesn’t miss the way Oliver leans toward him, likely soaking up the heat when he asks if he’s cold. And he reaches up to pull a couple of the furs from his shoulders to offer them to the other man. “I won’t freeze.” He says by way of offering. He’s layered in quite a few varying layers, from furs to wool, to leather and anything he could find to keep the chill out. He’s prepared, at the very least.
Still, he nods lightly. “Yeah, it’s kind of shit to randomly appear here and have to figure things out on your own. Though I’m not sure if the Naturals do it out of the goodness of them or because they don’t want us to mess anything up.” It’s meant mostly as a joke, but there’s a truthful underlining before his steel eyes drift toward the sky, toward the clouds that part slightly. “But I think when Longnight’s over it’ll get easier.” He gives Oliver a bright smile, tilting his head back over to the other man.
But when Oliver says it’s a lot, Sunjata puffs out a bit of a sigh, a whoosh of air in agreement with a nod as he looks ahead over the snow. “Yeah, it can be.” He agrees. It had been easy for him when he arrived. The middle of summer, of warmth, of sunshine and easy breezes to keep things cool. Winter? He decides he really hates the snow, first time seeing it in his life and all that. But Oliver mentions he still can’t remember much and Sunjata chuckles to that. “Hopefully it’ll come to you, or maybe you’ll find out some new things you like that you might not have before?” He suggests, deciding he’d rather keep his own memories rather than the possibility of forgetting them. It’s easier that way.
He doesn’t miss the way Oliver leans toward him, likely soaking up the heat when he asks if he’s cold. And he reaches up to pull a couple of the furs from his shoulders to offer them to the other man. “I won’t freeze.” He says by way of offering. He’s layered in quite a few varying layers, from furs to wool, to leather and anything he could find to keep the chill out. He’s prepared, at the very least.
Still, he nods lightly. “Yeah, it’s kind of shit to randomly appear here and have to figure things out on your own. Though I’m not sure if the Naturals do it out of the goodness of them or because they don’t want us to mess anything up.” It’s meant mostly as a joke, but there’s a truthful underlining before his steel eyes drift toward the sky, toward the clouds that part slightly. “But I think when Longnight’s over it’ll get easier.” He gives Oliver a bright smile, tilting his head back over to the other man.
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.
