right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
Snow, snow, and more snow. Except aside from usually loathing it, he finds it fitting. Maybe it’s because of the way the snow bites into his skin, in the way his fingers and hands have turned a splotchy red as he wipes the snow from the petals of some lingering flowers along the burial grounds of Mourn. He sighs, slipping the glove back on, kicking a bit of snow off of his boots as he continues to search.
After a moment, though, he finds a stone, rounded and edged like an opal sticking out from the snow, topped with a bit that he brushes off and lifts to inspect. It’s been here a while, likely an offering if he had to guess, btu without knowing much else more about this place he has no reason to try and leave it. So in his pocket it goes, along with the lingering red stalks of a snapdragon that poke out of the ground, bundling them together and holding them in his hand as he continues his search – silently, quietly, and alone.
After a moment, though, he finds a stone, rounded and edged like an opal sticking out from the snow, topped with a bit that he brushes off and lifts to inspect. It’s been here a while, likely an offering if he had to guess, btu without knowing much else more about this place he has no reason to try and leave it. So in his pocket it goes, along with the lingering red stalks of a snapdragon that poke out of the ground, bundling them together and holding them in his hand as he continues his search – silently, quietly, and alone.
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.
