// with each love i cut loose, i was never the same
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
watching still living roots be consumed by the flame //
A surprise, to get the note from Melita that she’s coming to visit. And with the sun finally coming through, melting the snow that had encompassed much of the region, Sunjata arrives at the meet up place with the items in hand, knowing well enough that she wouldn't want to meet at the House of Midnight. It's a perfect spot, though, windy enough that this should make for flying their kites relatively easy, and with it, the opportunity to also practice training for aerial fighting should the meteorites amount to being something that’s snuck away in the night.
So he arrives with a bright smile, kites in hand, coming up beside Melita with an easy nudge as he sets his bag down by the well (one he seems to pay little mind to). “Hey heuningby.” He greets her before lifting the kites in his other hand. “I brought the kites.” Fashioned perfectly, so he thinks. His own a little black dragon with a set of deep blue wings. The one he’d designed for her, a large bumblebee with bright blue wings that almost in the right light, have the same effect as stained glass.
So he arrives with a bright smile, kites in hand, coming up beside Melita with an easy nudge as he sets his bag down by the well (one he seems to pay little mind to). “Hey heuningby.” He greets her before lifting the kites in his other hand. “I brought the kites.” Fashioned perfectly, so he thinks. His own a little black dragon with a set of deep blue wings. The one he’d designed for her, a large bumblebee with bright blue wings that almost in the right light, have the same effect as stained glass.
the flood
// i was fixed on your hand of gold //
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.
