SUNJATA
the flood
With Nate back and alive, Sunjata is in a much better headspace, far more likely to answer personal questions should Darkeye feel the need to ask them. If nothing else, he’s glad when the shorter man arrives, flashing a smile his way that’s crooked through the scar that traces up half his face. “Hello Darkeye.” He offers in greeting, something about the man’s own words making him slip into something more formal, similar to his days back in Korofi.
“It’s good to officially meet you. And yes, I think some cocoa sounds good.” He starts to move, stepping through the crowd with enough room for Darkeye to accompany him, to the stall with the cocoa where he promptly orders one for himself and steps aside for Darkeye to order his own. “I recently had a conversation with Chaele. They mentioned you had an idea for a refugee space in King’s End for the war and I’ve had a similar idea. I was wondering if I may be able to explain my thoughts about it to you and see if you may be interested in helping?” It’s said in the span of time between them ordering their cocoa and receiving it.
“It’s good to officially meet you. And yes, I think some cocoa sounds good.” He starts to move, stepping through the crowd with enough room for Darkeye to accompany him, to the stall with the cocoa where he promptly orders one for himself and steps aside for Darkeye to order his own. “I recently had a conversation with Chaele. They mentioned you had an idea for a refugee space in King’s End for the war and I’ve had a similar idea. I was wondering if I may be able to explain my thoughts about it to you and see if you may be interested in helping?” It’s said in the span of time between them ordering their cocoa and receiving it.
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.
