SUNJATA
the flood
The conversation with Chaele had been a bit eye opening, a reminder that he needed to speak with the man named Darkeye – and while Sunjata wasn’t too familiar with new faces around the Grounds, he had interacted with the man in that rebuilding of Samuel’s old bookshop. So it only makes sense to him that he might be able to meet up with the man relatively close to home.
Snow still falls from above, but there’s the gray cloud cover that brightens up the area alongside the pale hues of the ground that it’s almost too bright for him to look when he stands in the Sanctuary among stalls and the like. He wasn’t sure where Darkeye lived but had hoped perhaps the messenger might have more of an idea of where to locate the man. So he’d sent a letter to meet today at this time, beside the stalls for cloth and paints, dressed in bundles to escape the cold all while steel eyes glance around for a somewhat familiar face.
Snow still falls from above, but there’s the gray cloud cover that brightens up the area alongside the pale hues of the ground that it’s almost too bright for him to look when he stands in the Sanctuary among stalls and the like. He wasn’t sure where Darkeye lived but had hoped perhaps the messenger might have more of an idea of where to locate the man. So he’d sent a letter to meet today at this time, beside the stalls for cloth and paints, dressed in bundles to escape the cold all while steel eyes glance around for a somewhat familiar face.
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.
