SuNJATA
The mental link is easier, Sunjata finds, despite the feelings that can be shared. There’s a hint of nostalgia, perhaps a bit of a mix of sorrow and appreciation as Jigano uses his old moniker, uncertain if it fits here or not, uncertain if he could ever get it to fit again. I won’t. I get my blood checked every week. He offers with a light nod, a small smile to that.
The mention of more rooms has him shrugging easily. As for Jigano sending more people his way should they need it, it grants a sort of untouched agreement through the bond as he smiles toward the dragon. One room is taken indefinitely as far as I’m aware, but the other two could definitely help someone who needs a place to land. He doesn’t really care either way. Maea, despite their interactions recently, still agreed to stay. And he’d let her.
Sunjata drifts nearer though, using his tail as a paddle of sorts to inspect the pile that Jigano had picked, his gaze eventually lifting toward the dragon at the trade off for it. A snort is given to that easily, a nod of his head. You’ve got yourself a deal. Besides, it would probably be far better for him than the slight bit of exertion he’d given with Maea deep within the currents of the river up ahead. He peruses through the pile, stumbling across a stone that glimmers with the hint of pink, swirled with jade and silver hues, and he plucks this one out with a specific thought in mind. He sets it aside with a brighter smile sent toward Jigano as he settles along the rocks beside the bard to look at the pile a bit more creatively. Got any twine or anything? He asks, beginning to separate the stones by size and color.
The mention of more rooms has him shrugging easily. As for Jigano sending more people his way should they need it, it grants a sort of untouched agreement through the bond as he smiles toward the dragon. One room is taken indefinitely as far as I’m aware, but the other two could definitely help someone who needs a place to land. He doesn’t really care either way. Maea, despite their interactions recently, still agreed to stay. And he’d let her.
Sunjata drifts nearer though, using his tail as a paddle of sorts to inspect the pile that Jigano had picked, his gaze eventually lifting toward the dragon at the trade off for it. A snort is given to that easily, a nod of his head. You’ve got yourself a deal. Besides, it would probably be far better for him than the slight bit of exertion he’d given with Maea deep within the currents of the river up ahead. He peruses through the pile, stumbling across a stone that glimmers with the hint of pink, swirled with jade and silver hues, and he plucks this one out with a specific thought in mind. He sets it aside with a brighter smile sent toward Jigano as he settles along the rocks beside the bard to look at the pile a bit more creatively. Got any twine or anything? He asks, beginning to separate the stones by size and color.
take me by the hand but please don't want to know me
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.
