SuNjATA
the flood
He chuckles a light laugh at her bet, immediately shaking his head to her. “I’ll pass.” He mutters, flashing her a playful grin as he moves over to the parchment. “I know I’ll probably lose, so.” He shrugs, but gets to work, opening the parchment and listens as she lists out what they’re supposed to do.
So he tries to put them together just as she had said — never having a cooking bone in his body. He lays the fish down, coats it in the herbs and lemon slices, drizzling the oil on before wrapping it up as best he can to mirror her own movements.
“How deep?” He asks, already partially shifting his hand into his Pegasus hoof, using the dished edge of it to dig a hole not too deep, wide enough that it might fit all of their fish.
So he tries to put them together just as she had said — never having a cooking bone in his body. He lays the fish down, coats it in the herbs and lemon slices, drizzling the oil on before wrapping it up as best he can to mirror her own movements.
“How deep?” He asks, already partially shifting his hand into his Pegasus hoof, using the dished edge of it to dig a hole not too deep, wide enough that it might fit all of their fish.
would you run away with me?
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.
