SUNJATA
She seems to hover above the water, and his brows lift in surprise and a small sigh. Why ever would you want to walk on water when you could swim and dance within the waves, within the endless depths of the unknown. But he stifles down the frustration in anticipation of more pressing questions, and listens while she mentions it’s strange. He doesn’t seem to recognize her, nor his name, and his lips form a small fine line as she explains where she’s from.
Helovia doesn’t sound familiar to him, but there’s a hint of something at the back of his mind from Dragon’s Throat. He can’t quite place it though, perhaps a place he had visited in his escape? The Rift certainly doesn’t ring any bells (despite the fact a different version of himself had lived in the depths of unblinking eyes and dangers) and he frowns further with a shake of his head.
He steps a bit further into the water, until the tips of his pants grow wet as he focuses on the red headed girl – placing it finally in a way that makes his stomach churn. It’s the hair, the freckles, those gilt eyes and the shape of her nose that strikes a familiarity in him that makes him grow wary and weary. “And your father? Did you know him?” He asks with a tilt to his head, narrowed eyes remaining as he calculates.
How old even is she? Is it possible for the portals to age? How old was he now? He felt as though he was the same, but he supposed anything was possible.
Helovia doesn’t sound familiar to him, but there’s a hint of something at the back of his mind from Dragon’s Throat. He can’t quite place it though, perhaps a place he had visited in his escape? The Rift certainly doesn’t ring any bells (despite the fact a different version of himself had lived in the depths of unblinking eyes and dangers) and he frowns further with a shake of his head.
He steps a bit further into the water, until the tips of his pants grow wet as he focuses on the red headed girl – placing it finally in a way that makes his stomach churn. It’s the hair, the freckles, those gilt eyes and the shape of her nose that strikes a familiarity in him that makes him grow wary and weary. “And your father? Did you know him?” He asks with a tilt to his head, narrowed eyes remaining as he calculates.
How old even is she? Is it possible for the portals to age? How old was he now? He felt as though he was the same, but he supposed anything was possible.
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.
