SUNJATA
The girl seems to deflate, and for a moment Sunjata tries to figure out just why that might be. It doesn’t occur to him that it might have been an unspoken tether, a reach for something she so desperately wanted. But he listens to her as she speaks, eyes calculating and watchful as she mutters. His head tilts at the mention of another word – one that sounds like it could have been a name once upon a time, or at least an endearing term.
“Hommelby means bumblebee.” He offers while his eyes narrow, as the information hits and sinks, even further when she comments that he had reminded her a vulture. He had known someone like that once, the sharp harshness of a predator – a thing that Sunjata almost carried as well, though his sharpness was a small amount softer. It helped, being a house of Laws rather than the rest of the houses of Korofi.
It still didn’t explain why she seemed so familiar, though, and when she tells him her name it definitely doesn’t sound like something from home. And he’s almost relieved. Almost. His head turns toward her as she moves toward the water, thankful that perhaps this girl knows how to swim, and he follows a slight amount to his ankles yet again in the water as his gaze narrows on the girl briefly.
“I’m Sunjata.” He offers easily with a small shrug before his head tilts slightly. He focuses on the red tinge to her hair, the way her face is slim yet still carries a similar sharpness to her cheekbones that screams something familiar yet worlds away. He can’t quite place it. “It’s strange, to me, that you know a few words of my language and you seem familiar in a way I can’t figure out. Any ideas why that could be?” He mumbles thoughtfully toward her, steel eyes narrowing.
Could it be? No, Jata was certain he had suffocated the flame that was Graasvoel.
“Hommelby means bumblebee.” He offers while his eyes narrow, as the information hits and sinks, even further when she comments that he had reminded her a vulture. He had known someone like that once, the sharp harshness of a predator – a thing that Sunjata almost carried as well, though his sharpness was a small amount softer. It helped, being a house of Laws rather than the rest of the houses of Korofi.
It still didn’t explain why she seemed so familiar, though, and when she tells him her name it definitely doesn’t sound like something from home. And he’s almost relieved. Almost. His head turns toward her as she moves toward the water, thankful that perhaps this girl knows how to swim, and he follows a slight amount to his ankles yet again in the water as his gaze narrows on the girl briefly.
“I’m Sunjata.” He offers easily with a small shrug before his head tilts slightly. He focuses on the red tinge to her hair, the way her face is slim yet still carries a similar sharpness to her cheekbones that screams something familiar yet worlds away. He can’t quite place it. “It’s strange, to me, that you know a few words of my language and you seem familiar in a way I can’t figure out. Any ideas why that could be?” He mumbles thoughtfully toward her, steel eyes narrowing.
Could it be? No, Jata was certain he had suffocated the flame that was Graasvoel.
the deeper you dig, the darker it gets
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.
