SUNJATA
the flood
i can't believe that you could just say
that "the answers unlock this gate"
that "the answers unlock this gate"
Back home, in ways that should be relieving but only add more stress in other ways. He still needs to heal, he still needs to ask Vervain about the medicine he’d received, there were simply so many things on his plate. So he goes slow, prolonging out the inevitable in favor for checking one thing off his list. It’s a balmy enough day to sit outside his home, in the space that would become a courtyard of sorts once they found the time to convert it. The sun is high in the sky, a few clouds parting, and by most standards it’d likely be cold.
But he’d just shown back up from the Grounds, where snow had been falling for a while now and he’d had to remain bundled up for the majority of the trip. There’s a chair out front of the home, settled within it with a table and a few other chairs nearby, Sunjata sits with his wings spread out – sunning them perhaps? Letting them heal? It’s hard to say, the one is still bound tight and still painful, but it could be worse. It could be much worse.
He’s attempting to make baubles for that tree he’d seen with Henry, a task he’d heard of others doing. But he’s come up short with ideas, having collected some Ramphire feathers and a few other trinkets to try and put them together. It had gone poorly, as usual, only this time not by his own hands. No, because there’s a few kittens that keep stealing the feathers, ugly little fluffballs that Sunjata and Nate had found on their way back home from the portal, deemed to be so ridiculous looking that they were cute with their smooshed in faces.
One pale one sits on Sunjata’s lap, batting at a feather, while the others annoy Haai out in the grass, pouncing on tail fur and feathers alike, much to Haai’s displeasure.
But he’d just shown back up from the Grounds, where snow had been falling for a while now and he’d had to remain bundled up for the majority of the trip. There’s a chair out front of the home, settled within it with a table and a few other chairs nearby, Sunjata sits with his wings spread out – sunning them perhaps? Letting them heal? It’s hard to say, the one is still bound tight and still painful, but it could be worse. It could be much worse.
He’s attempting to make baubles for that tree he’d seen with Henry, a task he’d heard of others doing. But he’s come up short with ideas, having collected some Ramphire feathers and a few other trinkets to try and put them together. It had gone poorly, as usual, only this time not by his own hands. No, because there’s a few kittens that keep stealing the feathers, ugly little fluffballs that Sunjata and Nate had found on their way back home from the portal, deemed to be so ridiculous looking that they were cute with their smooshed in faces.
One pale one sits on Sunjata’s lap, batting at a feather, while the others annoy Haai out in the grass, pouncing on tail fur and feathers alike, much to Haai’s displeasure.
'cause if you knew his name, not a thing would change
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
you'd still be wishing you were blessed
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.
