SUNJATA
i am the ocean, i am the sea
His bow surprises her, and he smiles inwardly to himself as she stutters and dips into a curtsy. Wherever she had come from held similar ideals, it seemed, perhaps she was from here where she had learned such things, though Jata was hard pressed to find any semblance of normalcy within Caido. And at the very least, he smiles gently at her as she introduces herself. “Phoebe.” He pauses, letting the syllables draw out on his tongue. “Pleased to meet you.” He offers with that same charming grin, hoping and waiting to see if she accepts his offer. It doesn’t take much, it seems, as her reluctance toward a simple swim and protection via floods ignites more of his curiosity. It hasn’t flooded here? He’s not too surprised, but his shoulders roll in a shrug as he glances to her. “Once you know how you’ll never forget.” He offers in an attempt to make it easier.But she accepts it anyway, grabbing his shirt before moving toward the woodlands to change. He doesn’t do much to glance at her, not like he could anyway with the protective dragon standing before him. And while he looks at the pink dragon, he wonders what kind of person she’s bribed to get him to be like that. He’s never seen dragons before, but there’s tales from home that speak of them. Never was one about a female dragon, so it doesn’t cross his mind that the pink hues might be a bit more feminine. For all Sunjata knows, all dragons are male. His eyes linger on the pink dragon before he snorts and looks away. “Yeah, yeah, calm down boy.” He chuckles quietly to himself, but remains looking over the Oasis until Phoebe returns.
And returns she does, with his shirt over her like a dress. He watches as she sets her clothes beside his and he gives her a bright smile as he steps closer to the edge. “Alright, honestly the worst part is the chill at first. But you get used to it.” He says with a grin and a small wink before stepping aside to let her begin, however slow she wanted it to go. He would support whatever speed she wished, though he does offer her his arm if she wanted something to hold onto. “Shall we?”
there is a world inside of me
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.
