SUNJATA
the flood
feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches
as you swim back to the beaches
He hasn’t promised his secrecy to Wessex when it comes to new places. Nor has he promised secrecy from Remi. So at his question, Sunjata’s head lifts a small amount considering my. “She’s there with Wessex and a couple others I think, going to a new land we haven’t found yet.” He doesn’t remember the name. “For the Eirachi.” It’s an easy explanation, more difficult in the details. But he skipped out on attending, doesn’t know much else.
The fact that Amalia wouldn’t say who she suspected has his jaw clenching slightly, gaze averting, listening and speaking and spinning around inside like a top. He doesn’t recall anyone else being so quiet about it too. “As have I. But that’s not all — the weapon she used on him was edged with fire or heat or something.” He remembers having to dump water over Nate for fear he might catch flame, how his skin had steamed and smoked. “I found out she was Fae from Safrin.” If it helped confirm anything, he’s not sure. But his gaze lifts to Remi then, some haunting shadows lingering in his eyes as he tries to place that mask over his face again and offer a small half smile.
“I’m not sure what else to do to try and keep them safe here. But I can’t lose him, Remi.” A bit of overt honesty here while his stomach flip flops. He’s not sure if the Alchemist knows of his history or not, but he can’t mentally handle it.
The fact that Amalia wouldn’t say who she suspected has his jaw clenching slightly, gaze averting, listening and speaking and spinning around inside like a top. He doesn’t recall anyone else being so quiet about it too. “As have I. But that’s not all — the weapon she used on him was edged with fire or heat or something.” He remembers having to dump water over Nate for fear he might catch flame, how his skin had steamed and smoked. “I found out she was Fae from Safrin.” If it helped confirm anything, he’s not sure. But his gaze lifts to Remi then, some haunting shadows lingering in his eyes as he tries to place that mask over his face again and offer a small half smile.
“I’m not sure what else to do to try and keep them safe here. But I can’t lose him, Remi.” A bit of overt honesty here while his stomach flip flops. He’s not sure if the Alchemist knows of his history or not, but he can’t mentally handle it.
don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float
as you float, you float, you float
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.
