// 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 //
Once they’ve gotten Melita’s kite out of the way of any potential damages, still seeing it flutter in the air in his peripheral vision, he focuses on his kite for a few long moments before his head tilts toward her as a Cheshire grin spreads across his face. “Whichever you’d prefer. I have to practice some of my water magic for Frey, so, I might try to do that here.” He steps back for a moment to grab a stick from the underbrush, tsking at Petronella as she swipes at him and settles back into her perch, so he can dig it into the dirt to be held upward.
Up enough that he can tie the kite string around it and weigh it down so it shouldn’t fly away with their onslaughts, and after a few moments of conjuring enough water to try and do what he intends to, the stream splits into what looks like suspended raindrops, something he attempts to launch at the kite.
Up enough that he can tie the kite string around it and weigh it down so it shouldn’t fly away with their onslaughts, and after a few moments of conjuring enough water to try and do what he intends to, the stream splits into what looks like suspended raindrops, something he attempts to launch at the kite.
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.
