SUNJATA
i am the ocean, i am the sea
She clings like a cat in water, and Jata chuckles as he regains his balance. His arms are a strong support for her, and now that he’s balanced and still holds her, he can’t help but to grin down at her. “Darling,” He begins with a soft drawl. “That’s how you learn!” He says with a cheeriness to his voice as he tilts his head to her. She makes an effort, though, kicking her feet out — and Jata helps by turning slightly with her in the water in the direction she kicks. “Where I’m from, they threw us into the lake as children from above and told us to get out. We had to learn or drown.” He offers as though it’s the norm, leaning in toward her with a fiery gleam to his steel gaze. “I won’t let you do that.” He hums to her before withdrawing his head and smiling softly down toward her. If there’s anything about Jata’s homeland, it’s nothing short of wrong in all aspects. Perhaps that’s where he gets it from? A naturally hard life of fending for oneself. To either sink, or swim.
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.
