SuNJATA
the flood
There’s a playful groan that comes from Sunjata, leaning forward in his seat with a slight smirk of amusement toward Jigano, as the Loreseeker comments on hospitality and eating to restore his energy and healing. “Yes, Dad.” He rumbles with a brief quiet chuckle, amusement sent to the bard from the Attuned bond, reaching for a scone regardless and breaks a piece off while Maea speaks.
He interjects to add his two cents, falling silent again as his gaze slips toward Maea, seeing the internal struggle written along her face while she lists her reasons — good ones, Sunjata thinks, as he focuses on her and then Jigano. Maea’s eyes drift over to him and Sunjata refrains from reaching up to brush the faint scar along his cheek, glancing over to her to offer her a reassuring smile before looking back to Jigano.
“Nothing that couldn't be fixed…” A quiet reassurance between the lines to Maea that he was fine. ”But it would be good to have her learn her own limits, surrounded by others in a similar situation.” He doesn’t look at Maea, his steel gaze seeking the face of the bard. There was a slight accident in training and she lost control. She needs to learn and test her limits in a place where nobody cares if she does end up hurting someone. He offers to Jigano down the bond, a deeper explanation, but there’s no outwardly sign that he’s sending anything down the chilly, frigid bond. She really wants this, Jigano. It would be good for her even if Zariah is there.
He interjects to add his two cents, falling silent again as his gaze slips toward Maea, seeing the internal struggle written along her face while she lists her reasons — good ones, Sunjata thinks, as he focuses on her and then Jigano. Maea’s eyes drift over to him and Sunjata refrains from reaching up to brush the faint scar along his cheek, glancing over to her to offer her a reassuring smile before looking back to Jigano.
“Nothing that couldn't be fixed…” A quiet reassurance between the lines to Maea that he was fine. ”But it would be good to have her learn her own limits, surrounded by others in a similar situation.” He doesn’t look at Maea, his steel gaze seeking the face of the bard. There was a slight accident in training and she lost control. She needs to learn and test her limits in a place where nobody cares if she does end up hurting someone. He offers to Jigano down the bond, a deeper explanation, but there’s no outwardly sign that he’s sending anything down the chilly, frigid bond. She really wants this, Jigano. It would be good for her even if Zariah is there.
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.
