if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
This had been the place where Sunjata had forsaken Safrin, had switched sides to Frey. In a way, its bittersweet, but also freeing – a space of recollection that he doesn’t visit as often as he wanted to. But he’s here now, steel gaze dancing along the rainbow road, the hues of colors slowly melding together like a kaleidoscope before his eyes. But something else distracts from the peacefulness of the strange colder Flowerbirth day.
A woman, tossing… What he can tell to be rocks or sticks or something into the air though for what purpose he can’t tell. These days, he’s far more likely to avoid conversation, but something about it intrigues him – the Flood stepping closer yet still keeping enough of his distance to not appear as a threat of any sort. She’s unfamiliar to him, not like that’s surprising given the past year of somewhat isolating himself. “Hey!” He calls out to her to get her attention – to not surprise her. “Need some help with… Whatever it is you’re doing?” He asks, flashing a slightly amused smile, one that tugs on the scar on his face as he raises a similarly scarred eyebrow in the stranger’s direction.
A woman, tossing… What he can tell to be rocks or sticks or something into the air though for what purpose he can’t tell. These days, he’s far more likely to avoid conversation, but something about it intrigues him – the Flood stepping closer yet still keeping enough of his distance to not appear as a threat of any sort. She’s unfamiliar to him, not like that’s surprising given the past year of somewhat isolating himself. “Hey!” He calls out to her to get her attention – to not surprise her. “Need some help with… Whatever it is you’re doing?” He asks, flashing a slightly amused smile, one that tugs on the scar on his face as he raises a similarly scarred eyebrow in the stranger’s direction.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
