SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
He hadn’t intended on taking her by surprise, but she doesn’t flinch away from his presence after she expands on her findings. It’s a good sign and Sunjata draws up a bit to give her some amount of space while also looking at the notice board post that she points out. It’s something that Maeve had mentioned, a bit more detail than was listed here. “Ah.” His accented voice rumbles, before he casts a steel glance back down toward Lilliane as she apologizes and he flashes her a charming smile, one admittedly lopsided given the scar tissue from half glasgow smile scarring on his right half of his mouth.
“You’re not interrupting me. I’m close enough with my god I could probably get away without indulging in prayer every day.” To this he flashes her a wink. “I’m Sunjata. Pleased to meet you as well.” But they’re not totally here for introductions. She’d asked him questions and they’re at the very least ones that the Flood can answer. “As far as I’m aware they’re like… Lesser deities. Still powerful but don’t have the status that the heralds or the big gods do. So far, there’s Tanau who’s the Longheat god, Eirachi that’s the goddess of Deepfrost, and the Mathair who’s the goddess of Leafchange.” His head tilts slightly as his gaze lands back on the notice board. “And then there’s this one. We’re supposed to go and water him, I hear.” A scarred shoulder rises and falls in a shrug as he leans back, out of the space of the notice board, and out of hovering distance of Lillaine, his gaze returning to her should she have any follow up questions.
“You’re not interrupting me. I’m close enough with my god I could probably get away without indulging in prayer every day.” To this he flashes her a wink. “I’m Sunjata. Pleased to meet you as well.” But they’re not totally here for introductions. She’d asked him questions and they’re at the very least ones that the Flood can answer. “As far as I’m aware they’re like… Lesser deities. Still powerful but don’t have the status that the heralds or the big gods do. So far, there’s Tanau who’s the Longheat god, Eirachi that’s the goddess of Deepfrost, and the Mathair who’s the goddess of Leafchange.” His head tilts slightly as his gaze lands back on the notice board. “And then there’s this one. We’re supposed to go and water him, I hear.” A scarred shoulder rises and falls in a shrug as he leans back, out of the space of the notice board, and out of hovering distance of Lillaine, his gaze returning to her should she have any follow up questions.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
