SUNJATA
clipped wings and you're the one holding the bone saw
now things are getting so out of control
now things are getting so out of control
It’s strange, to say the least, to have free movement within the Greatwood. And even if his offer to join Phoebe for a few days within the woodlands was made solely in the hopes of visiting Frey, he finds himself comfortable within the boundaries of it, content to wander and explore, and stay an extra day more than planned. Why? Well, it’s because he wanted to get an extra chance to wander and explore, and that’s precisely what leads him here.
Staring into the pools of the Eyes of Vi, Sunjata finds himself a strange combination of homesick and nostalgia from the strange images he receives from peering though the pools – and that’s perhaps what leads him toward the water’s edge on the edge of this place. He needs to clear his head, to remind himself exactly where he was. And even though snow drifts onto the edges of the world around him where the trees haven’t had a chance to blot it out, Sunjata’s wrapped up and warm as he wanders along the edge, waving his lightning scarred hand around to move the water, lifting the little streams of water in easy arcs that turn golden with the sunlight that reflects through the gap in the trees.
He moves it around again and again, distracted in the soothing moment that it sparks, relieving the tension to his shoulders from the strange reminder of the eyes further within the woods.
Staring into the pools of the Eyes of Vi, Sunjata finds himself a strange combination of homesick and nostalgia from the strange images he receives from peering though the pools – and that’s perhaps what leads him toward the water’s edge on the edge of this place. He needs to clear his head, to remind himself exactly where he was. And even though snow drifts onto the edges of the world around him where the trees haven’t had a chance to blot it out, Sunjata’s wrapped up and warm as he wanders along the edge, waving his lightning scarred hand around to move the water, lifting the little streams of water in easy arcs that turn golden with the sunlight that reflects through the gap in the trees.
He moves it around again and again, distracted in the soothing moment that it sparks, relieving the tension to his shoulders from the strange reminder of the eyes further within the woods.
the spiraling starts and we can't pull up, our hands are tied together so,
on the way down, we make every moment count
on the way down, we make every moment count
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.
