right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
It’s later when he arrives, though at least Leafchange had brought some cooling clouds to Torchline. It isn’t as warm, the threat of rain is scented in the air, and Sunjata makes his way toward the Halenani to darken the doorstep of Maeve’s with the quiet hope that whatever she has to tell him won’t continue to add to his overflowing plate.
He’s still paranoid, because of course he is. He’s guarded, closed off, dressed in a light shirt only half buttoned, dark boots and pants to accompany it and the chill in the air. At least he’s always been a furnace and he’s sure that Maeve’s will be warm at the very least if he does end up getting cold.
A lightning scarred hand rises to knock at her door, before he steps back and shoves his hands into his pockets, waiting and looking away from the door at something - though it’s definitely the fact he’s compelled some bats to flit around the outside just to keep tabs before he loosens his hold on them.
He’s still paranoid, because of course he is. He’s guarded, closed off, dressed in a light shirt only half buttoned, dark boots and pants to accompany it and the chill in the air. At least he’s always been a furnace and he’s sure that Maeve’s will be warm at the very least if he does end up getting cold.
A lightning scarred hand rises to knock at her door, before he steps back and shoves his hands into his pockets, waiting and looking away from the door at something - though it’s definitely the fact he’s compelled some bats to flit around the outside just to keep tabs before he loosens his hold on them.
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
SUNJATA
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.
