SuNJATA
the flood
In an effort to return to normal life, he’d woken rather early, gathered some supplies for the wall that Melita and him had talked about before everything had fallen apart, and sent a note for her to meet him here if she wanted to help. Perhaps it would help him, perhaps it would make him drink whatever was left at the bar in that present time. But she didn’t know, he hadn’t known how to tell her, and so perhaps this was the best way.
To create and hopefully try to move on.
He’s opened the blinds to let the light in while Haai makes a small nest in the corner on top of a bookshelf, and he finds Lusea’s lantern he had made for the last Festival of Lights, looking to the hues of flames and fire that he’d added among the bronze and blacks. Perhaps he should improvise and add a small wave to it, the last bit of her they had done together here in Caido.
To create and hopefully try to move on.
He’s opened the blinds to let the light in while Haai makes a small nest in the corner on top of a bookshelf, and he finds Lusea’s lantern he had made for the last Festival of Lights, looking to the hues of flames and fire that he’d added among the bronze and blacks. Perhaps he should improvise and add a small wave to it, the last bit of her they had done together here in Caido.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
