SUNJATA
the flood
'cause my life is like a bedroom door
don't lead me in when you feel low
don't lead me in when you feel low
It was strange, really, to see these islands up close. Having watched them shift and change from the coastline, watching up above as they seemingly winked out of existence or shifted a certain degree to the left or right. Still, it made no sense, but he’d wanted to visit and see perhaps what it was all about… If perhaps, there were a reason for it all and the way it was. He doesn’t hold his breath for it, any sort of magical encounter that might explain its shifting nature, but it still makes for some great time away from the recovering Haulani, the lava overspill, and the new soon to be responsibility placed on his head.
They had to swim part of the way here, but soon enough the sand is back under his feet, and he can push up a small amount in the water to gain some footing, trudging up along the sands at dusk – if only to ensure that Nate beside him doesn’t explode or anything of that nature. He turns to the Ascended then with a raise of his brow, a slight smirk crossing his face. “I swear to you that this island was over... There last week.” He says, pointing in some random direction before shrugging. This island in itself is rather large, a few trees peek up over the dunes, crabs drift from the rockery back toward the water.
“Or maybe it was over there.” He muses, turning his attention back toward the other way.
They had to swim part of the way here, but soon enough the sand is back under his feet, and he can push up a small amount in the water to gain some footing, trudging up along the sands at dusk – if only to ensure that Nate beside him doesn’t explode or anything of that nature. He turns to the Ascended then with a raise of his brow, a slight smirk crossing his face. “I swear to you that this island was over... There last week.” He says, pointing in some random direction before shrugging. This island in itself is rather large, a few trees peek up over the dunes, crabs drift from the rockery back toward the water.
“Or maybe it was over there.” He muses, turning his attention back toward the other way.
'cause i might make a move
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.
