SuNJATA
Exactly. He agrees with a semblance of amusement lingering on his end of the bond. Sunjata’s bow was heavier, heftier, packed an absolute punch when he used it with the power behind it. Maea needed to at least start off with something far more manageable before the muscles were built, the practice given into seeing how to aim and strike true, before being able to move onto bigger and better bows, more specific ones.
Speaking of sunbathing, however, he does chuckle a quiet rasp to that before he shrugs. Mmm, if only it were that easy. I’d be healed by now with how much I love the sun. He sends to Jigano with plenty of humor coating it, taking a hand to gesture to himself – aside from the tattoos stark against his skin, it was a vibrant golden hue, tanned deeply in comparison to how he had been over LongNight and the beginnings of Fiat Lux. Indeed, the freckles spanning his face had grown more pronounced. A man born in a world of sunshine and heat, at least until the monsoons and floods rolled in.
In response to LongNight, however, Sunjata’s head tilts thoughtfully with the suggestion. Might be worth a shot to evacuate. Though it seemed like quite a lot of work, and he wasn’t so sure that people would be willing, least of all the Naturals that had dealt with it for so long, who might not want to leave anyone behind in the end anyway.
But Jigano approves of the project so far, and Sunjata settles back in the little cove he’s made for himself, stringing more and more together. The mention of the Artisan’s Guild has him snorting before he shakes his head. I think Deimos might get sick of seeing my face, especially after the wedding. A small shrug granted to that – the closeness of Hotaru and Deimos, how he hadn’t gone to see the Valkyrie since then… And well, things didn’t sound like they’d be quite so opportune. The pulse of sadness from Jigano, the slight flicker, is received with one of his own unintentionally with the thought as well.
Speaking of sunbathing, however, he does chuckle a quiet rasp to that before he shrugs. Mmm, if only it were that easy. I’d be healed by now with how much I love the sun. He sends to Jigano with plenty of humor coating it, taking a hand to gesture to himself – aside from the tattoos stark against his skin, it was a vibrant golden hue, tanned deeply in comparison to how he had been over LongNight and the beginnings of Fiat Lux. Indeed, the freckles spanning his face had grown more pronounced. A man born in a world of sunshine and heat, at least until the monsoons and floods rolled in.
In response to LongNight, however, Sunjata’s head tilts thoughtfully with the suggestion. Might be worth a shot to evacuate. Though it seemed like quite a lot of work, and he wasn’t so sure that people would be willing, least of all the Naturals that had dealt with it for so long, who might not want to leave anyone behind in the end anyway.
But Jigano approves of the project so far, and Sunjata settles back in the little cove he’s made for himself, stringing more and more together. The mention of the Artisan’s Guild has him snorting before he shakes his head. I think Deimos might get sick of seeing my face, especially after the wedding. A small shrug granted to that – the closeness of Hotaru and Deimos, how he hadn’t gone to see the Valkyrie since then… And well, things didn’t sound like they’d be quite so opportune. The pulse of sadness from Jigano, the slight flicker, is received with one of his own unintentionally with the thought as well.
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.
