SuNJATA
the flood
A hum of amusement leaves him as he inclines his head. “Of course. Though the something varies from person to person.” He teases briefly, offering a small wink, leaving it vague as possible for her to decide. But soon enough, he’s explaining about his bar, and the wonders that thrive within it, excited to show her a place that had good alcohol, good food, a place to stay and recoup should she ever come to visit.
She exaggerates and he can’t help the grin that crosses his face at that, beginning to walk toward the VlamVloed, finding that it isn’t too far of a walk from the ebony obelisk that pierces the sky. And soon enough, they arrive, the bar looking not more than a house reimagined, redesigned, but when he opens the doors to reveal the bronze and navy interior, the varying bottles of liquids on the back wall, the booths and chairs along a wonderful wooden bar top, he steps aside to let her in.
She’ll smell the wonderful scent of good food, and he lets her decide where to sit as he moves to the other side of the bar, his griffin Haai darting from her nest that made her appear as some sort of gargoyle, leaving it to land on his shoulders, emerald eyes peering at Weaver through the darkness with a small yip of hello. Sunjata doesn’t notice too much with Haai, a pulse through the companion bond to tell her how he appreciates her being there, before he braces his arm on the bar and peers at Weaver too. “Are you looking for something strong or something for sipping?” A wry smile crosses his face.
She exaggerates and he can’t help the grin that crosses his face at that, beginning to walk toward the VlamVloed, finding that it isn’t too far of a walk from the ebony obelisk that pierces the sky. And soon enough, they arrive, the bar looking not more than a house reimagined, redesigned, but when he opens the doors to reveal the bronze and navy interior, the varying bottles of liquids on the back wall, the booths and chairs along a wonderful wooden bar top, he steps aside to let her in.
She’ll smell the wonderful scent of good food, and he lets her decide where to sit as he moves to the other side of the bar, his griffin Haai darting from her nest that made her appear as some sort of gargoyle, leaving it to land on his shoulders, emerald eyes peering at Weaver through the darkness with a small yip of hello. Sunjata doesn’t notice too much with Haai, a pulse through the companion bond to tell her how he appreciates her being there, before he braces his arm on the bar and peers at Weaver too. “Are you looking for something strong or something for sipping?” A wry smile crosses his face.
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.
