SUNJATA
A nod is given back to Jigano at the mention of knowing Amalia when he saw her. It hadn’t happened yet, but the bard is probably right in assuming that he’ll cross her path eventually. Would he even know, in the end? Broad thoughts for other days as he runs a hand through his hair, focusing on the conversation shifts, shadowed steel eyes lightening slightly as he considers the crooked grin that Jigano gives him back, reflected on his own though he doesn’t entirely realize it.
The mention of Maea has him intrigued, however, and the mention of her missing causes the frown to grow in place of the crooked grin that had spread. “Seems like this place is good at losing people.” He agrees quietly, shaking his head. How many more had gone missing? Disappeared without a trace? It frustrated him, bothered him to no end that he didn’t know where Lusea had gone, how he couldn’t get there to find her, to snag onto a lead and follow it until the end.
“Ah, Edrei.” He rumbles in acknowledgement. “Spitfire, that one.” There’s a small smile that’s replaced, though his eyes remain on the empty glass before him. Another of the members of the Advocates, gone too soon. Her and Lucas, at least. But as Jigano’s tongue grows looser, his steel eyes lift slightly with a tilt to his head. Bloody-handed? He hasn’t heard much about the Ascended Queen, but when it came to blood on hands, Sunjata wasn’t one to judge in that regard.
He had too much on them himself.
The mention of the portals, however, intrigues him, and he bites down on his lower lip as he considers back to LongNight. “There’s another place. I didn’t get the name, but it’s got beaches and oceans, an underwater palace.” He recalls what James had told him, the strange accent from that, the brotherly comradery that came with the two of them, tall and both incredibly drunk. “I’m sick of snow, to be honest.” A shrug of his shoulders before a rogue grin crosses his face. “But I want to see that fucking ocean.”
The mention of Maea has him intrigued, however, and the mention of her missing causes the frown to grow in place of the crooked grin that had spread. “Seems like this place is good at losing people.” He agrees quietly, shaking his head. How many more had gone missing? Disappeared without a trace? It frustrated him, bothered him to no end that he didn’t know where Lusea had gone, how he couldn’t get there to find her, to snag onto a lead and follow it until the end.
“Ah, Edrei.” He rumbles in acknowledgement. “Spitfire, that one.” There’s a small smile that’s replaced, though his eyes remain on the empty glass before him. Another of the members of the Advocates, gone too soon. Her and Lucas, at least. But as Jigano’s tongue grows looser, his steel eyes lift slightly with a tilt to his head. Bloody-handed? He hasn’t heard much about the Ascended Queen, but when it came to blood on hands, Sunjata wasn’t one to judge in that regard.
He had too much on them himself.
The mention of the portals, however, intrigues him, and he bites down on his lower lip as he considers back to LongNight. “There’s another place. I didn’t get the name, but it’s got beaches and oceans, an underwater palace.” He recalls what James had told him, the strange accent from that, the brotherly comradery that came with the two of them, tall and both incredibly drunk. “I’m sick of snow, to be honest.” A shrug of his shoulders before a rogue grin crosses his face. “But I want to see that fucking ocean.”
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
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.
