SuNjATA
the flood
He finds he’s thankful when the conversation drops and shifts toward the barrier, to the wide smile that crosses Kaimana’s face, a hint of a smirk reflected on his own at being able to read between the lines. But it fades quickly as he speaks of the blight, Sunjata’s head tilting slightly with the thought.
“I had the blight.” He rumbles, steel eyes lingering in the broom in his hand, recalling the way it had changed him, messed with his mind, made him do things he otherwise wouldn’t. “We still managed to get it, though. Was it just something that arrived because of the interaction with the Greatwood?” It hadn’t been around before as much as he’d heard. But he’d only arrived after the barrier had fallen anyway.
“I had the blight.” He rumbles, steel eyes lingering in the broom in his hand, recalling the way it had changed him, messed with his mind, made him do things he otherwise wouldn’t. “We still managed to get it, though. Was it just something that arrived because of the interaction with the Greatwood?” It hadn’t been around before as much as he’d heard. But he’d only arrived after the barrier had fallen anyway.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
