SuNJATA
the flood
She arrives in a flurry of sunshine and rays, so at odds from the storm clouds that rage over him. But he doesn’t mind. It’s not her fault. She doesn’t know, after all. She proclaims her arrival, the grunts and sounds of Fangorn associating the arrival, and his head turns over his shoulder with a soft, almost hinting at a sad smile. Only after a moment does he fully turn to her, lantern in hand, as Haai dives from her nest to try and get Fangorn to follow and show him what she’s made.
“I thought we could start on that wall we were talking about.” He says, stepping aside and leaving enough room for her to join him at his side. His gaze looks up along the wall briefly, brows furrowing slightly as he tries to decide how big each section should be. “We can start choosing size based off of Lusea’s lantern?” A quiet suggestion, showing the lantern he had made previously to her.
“I thought we could start on that wall we were talking about.” He says, stepping aside and leaving enough room for her to join him at his side. His gaze looks up along the wall briefly, brows furrowing slightly as he tries to decide how big each section should be. “We can start choosing size based off of Lusea’s lantern?” A quiet suggestion, showing the lantern he had made previously to her.
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.
