// seems like the whole damn world went and lost its mind & all my childhood heroes
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
have fallen off or died. fake tears, real living, fake tears, but the alcohol never lies //
Deep down, it’s certainly an attempt to get away from the cold snows of King’s End. But it also has its purposes – the travel toward Frey’s Breath to complete the quest Frey had given him. It also is a boon for the little sea panther that seems far too curious about all these new surroundings, Sunjata having to wrangle his companion away from the dangers while simultaneously working to try and collect some lial blood. A task that has certainly taken its toll, exhaustion overcoming him.
He's thankful to be so close to Frey’s Breath, the immediate diversion toward the pools that will soothe the soreness in his bones, even if the heat is overwhelming. All he has to do is relax for a few minutes before they can head home. Petronella, at least, is overjoyed by the sight of water she can get into, and the kitten scampers along the rock to dive into the hot springs, mewling her delight.
Sunjata’s more graceful, slipping out of the majority of his clothes (they’re already sweaty as is), his bag of holding set next to them where inside holds the lial blood he’d collected, slipping out the book of matches and the pack of cigarettes. He slides into the water opposite of Petronella. The water begins to work, immediately soothing his joints, and he finds a comfortable spot against the wall as Petronella starts to swim around, Sunjata watching her silently for a few moments before he leans backward against the rock, lighting a cigarette before setting the matches back on the rock behind him, and starts to use his magic with his free hand, the water beneath the sea panther begins to move and shift, like she’s the fearsome beast he’d encountered on Torchline’s shores, if only to bolster the sea panther cub’s ego and give into her instincts.
He's thankful to be so close to Frey’s Breath, the immediate diversion toward the pools that will soothe the soreness in his bones, even if the heat is overwhelming. All he has to do is relax for a few minutes before they can head home. Petronella, at least, is overjoyed by the sight of water she can get into, and the kitten scampers along the rock to dive into the hot springs, mewling her delight.
Sunjata’s more graceful, slipping out of the majority of his clothes (they’re already sweaty as is), his bag of holding set next to them where inside holds the lial blood he’d collected, slipping out the book of matches and the pack of cigarettes. He slides into the water opposite of Petronella. The water begins to work, immediately soothing his joints, and he finds a comfortable spot against the wall as Petronella starts to swim around, Sunjata watching her silently for a few moments before he leans backward against the rock, lighting a cigarette before setting the matches back on the rock behind him, and starts to use his magic with his free hand, the water beneath the sea panther begins to move and shift, like she’s the fearsome beast he’d encountered on Torchline’s shores, if only to bolster the sea panther cub’s ego and give into her instincts.
some princes don't become kings
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.
