// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //
for when else would I hear you? //
The coal finally begins to shift to that color and he carefully uses the lid of the ceramic and metal pot to scoop the coal into the pot that has a bed of wet pine needles, something to keep the coal lit for the trip back to King’s End, where he can keep that fire going until the time to create the shrine arrives. It distracts him from the look she gives him, though the concern is heard loud and clear, bringing a frown to his face as he nods.
“Just, a place to stay for the night.” He admits, though as he starts to put the lid on the pot he exhales a sigh. “And I think she wanted to sleep with me. Ultimately, though, she was looking for Koa Carpenter.” As for the rest of Melita’s questions, Sunjata tucks the pot into the bag of holding when he knows it’s secured and turns back to her. “I don’t intend to provoke her into an attack. If it doesn’t work, I’ll send her on her way and have something to report. And if it does, well, it does it to everyone so if she’s truly trying to blend in, then it won’t be that weird.” If it doesn’t work, though, that would be concerning, and he suddenly realizes that perhaps now he doesn’t have a way of charming his way out of it.
All of this uncertainty, to try and find a defect in Dahlia's otherwise impenetrable armor.
“Just, a place to stay for the night.” He admits, though as he starts to put the lid on the pot he exhales a sigh. “And I think she wanted to sleep with me. Ultimately, though, she was looking for Koa Carpenter.” As for the rest of Melita’s questions, Sunjata tucks the pot into the bag of holding when he knows it’s secured and turns back to her. “I don’t intend to provoke her into an attack. If it doesn’t work, I’ll send her on her way and have something to report. And if it does, well, it does it to everyone so if she’s truly trying to blend in, then it won’t be that weird.” If it doesn’t work, though, that would be concerning, and he suddenly realizes that perhaps now he doesn’t have a way of charming his way out of it.
All of this uncertainty, to try and find a defect in Dahlia's otherwise impenetrable armor.
the flood
// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //
i can save you if you do //
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.
