SUNJATA
the flood
He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since heMs been to the Greatwood. He just knows that it’s been a very long time. The woods warp and shift, directions he thinks he’s taken get thrown out the window at the next possible second. But it’s fine, because in the end he manages to stumble across it.
Perhaps the woods had known he’d be welcome? After all, he and Juniper had conversed about their little meeting, and Sunjata had offered to step out for a moment — a change of scenery, as it were. So he arrives, wearing a light jacket, mostly put together aside from still healing wounds and the gnarled scar up half of his face, peering at the entrance of the embassy (intrigued immensely by its existence here, had juniper been working hard on it?)
He gently knocks at the door before stepping back, watching it for any signs of interest, before glancing around the woods overhead.
Perhaps the woods had known he’d be welcome? After all, he and Juniper had conversed about their little meeting, and Sunjata had offered to step out for a moment — a change of scenery, as it were. So he arrives, wearing a light jacket, mostly put together aside from still healing wounds and the gnarled scar up half of his face, peering at the entrance of the embassy (intrigued immensely by its existence here, had juniper been working hard on it?)
He gently knocks at the door before stepping back, watching it for any signs of interest, before glancing around the woods overhead.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
