SuNjATA
the flood
He had made it a point to avoid Phoebe after arriving at the Temple, despite their recent interaction at the Atheneum. It had gone well that time, but with the recent events that have occurred (most notably the nonexistent Rathskeller, and a killer hangover) he can’t help but to try and end up being somewhat useful. Useful in terms of restocking the small amount of bandages that they were running low on in the main temple, and of course, bandaging his own side that still had a small amount of burn marks. Loren’s healing magic had worked well for his arms, but he hadn’t quite had a chance to heal the red flare on his side.
But it had also healed naturally enough since that whole ordeal, and at least now it didn’t bother him as much to wear a shirt over it. After passing by the shrine, a quiet prayer sent for Safrin from a man that hadn’t been religious until Caido had happened upon him, a small thanks for the panther form that had been unaware, unknown of, until the need to protect those within the Temple arrived, and he continued on his way toward the College, a place where he knew there were bandages. One, because Phoebe was there to stock it up, and two, he’d been there, quite often actually.
He shoves open the door lightly, shutting it behind him moving into the main area, steel eyes glancing around for the midwife should she be here – quietly hoping she’s in the Infirmary and he can just slink in and grab the bandages, perhaps leave a somewhat legible note based off the headache pounding in his temple, to tell her that it hadn’t been stolen or what not. “Phoebe?” He calls out, accented voice reverberating around the room, hoping for no response.
But it had also healed naturally enough since that whole ordeal, and at least now it didn’t bother him as much to wear a shirt over it. After passing by the shrine, a quiet prayer sent for Safrin from a man that hadn’t been religious until Caido had happened upon him, a small thanks for the panther form that had been unaware, unknown of, until the need to protect those within the Temple arrived, and he continued on his way toward the College, a place where he knew there were bandages. One, because Phoebe was there to stock it up, and two, he’d been there, quite often actually.
He shoves open the door lightly, shutting it behind him moving into the main area, steel eyes glancing around for the midwife should she be here – quietly hoping she’s in the Infirmary and he can just slink in and grab the bandages, perhaps leave a somewhat legible note based off the headache pounding in his temple, to tell her that it hadn’t been stolen or what not. “Phoebe?” He calls out, accented voice reverberating around the room, hoping for no response.
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
