SUNJATA
the flood
Another low hum of agreement leaves the Flood at Juniper’s understanding, a nod of his head. “I’d have preferred to keep Torchline neutral as well, though I imagine it’s made quite difficult now.” He frowns lightly – though he doesn’t realize what his future actions will do in order to swing the pendulum straight into the Old Gods territory. As it were, however, he runs a hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his neck as if he’s considering something lengthy, something intriguing.
But he’s offered his help, in order to try and keep the peace. He’s offered his help in the form of Trials and support where he can. So when she offers the ability for her to let him know if his aid was needed, he offers her a surprisingly easy smile. He hopes he never has to receive that message of aid, but if it were to ever happen? Well, he’s sure with Juniper doing the best she can to alleviate it, it wouldn’t be something too drastic.
After all, for as much as Sunjata had grown to be wary of the Fae, he does consider Juniper a wonderful diplomat as well as someone he’d even consider calling a friend in these trying times. “So, I should probably get out of your hair. Unless there is anything else you wish to discuss?” His head tilts as his hand drops back down. “And if there isn’t, perhaps you could help me get back to the portal – given that the Greatwood likes to trick me.” A quiet chuckle leaves him as he regards her.
But he’s offered his help, in order to try and keep the peace. He’s offered his help in the form of Trials and support where he can. So when she offers the ability for her to let him know if his aid was needed, he offers her a surprisingly easy smile. He hopes he never has to receive that message of aid, but if it were to ever happen? Well, he’s sure with Juniper doing the best she can to alleviate it, it wouldn’t be something too drastic.
After all, for as much as Sunjata had grown to be wary of the Fae, he does consider Juniper a wonderful diplomat as well as someone he’d even consider calling a friend in these trying times. “So, I should probably get out of your hair. Unless there is anything else you wish to discuss?” His head tilts as his hand drops back down. “And if there isn’t, perhaps you could help me get back to the portal – given that the Greatwood likes to trick me.” A quiet chuckle leaves him as he regards her.
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.
