SUNJATA
“I don’t know.” She says, and his head tilts with the revelation. But she had seen him before, had thought he looked like a vulture. And that’s when it begins to hit in his mind. He squints at her, delving deeper into the water with little cause or worry other than the chill of it sleeping into the legs of his pants. His brow raises as he looks to her and she utters that she had a twin, another clue of sorts. And he huffs a bit of disbelief.
Her mother never talked about him either, not like she was missing out at all, and he frowns deeply as he looks to the red haired girl with a small amount of pity in his eye. He had at least known his father enough to hate him, and if his suspicions were correct; maybe just maybe, Gaal had survived, left disfigured in a sense, somehow managed to find a poor women to give with twins and dip out.
It’s partially why Jata never wanted Saar to spend time with him. The man was a prick.
He looks to Melita then, voice a softer edge with curiosity. “Hey, you said he looked like a vulture…” He begins with a tilt to his head, reaching up with his hand to point at his nose. “Was it crooked a bit to the left? A bit pointy, like a beak?” He asks with a sharp gleam to his eye. “Bright gold eyes with a tinge of red?” He tries to keep Gaals face in his mind, removing the blood and bruising in the attempts to find a connection.
“Hair red just like yours?”
Her mother never talked about him either, not like she was missing out at all, and he frowns deeply as he looks to the red haired girl with a small amount of pity in his eye. He had at least known his father enough to hate him, and if his suspicions were correct; maybe just maybe, Gaal had survived, left disfigured in a sense, somehow managed to find a poor women to give with twins and dip out.
It’s partially why Jata never wanted Saar to spend time with him. The man was a prick.
He looks to Melita then, voice a softer edge with curiosity. “Hey, you said he looked like a vulture…” He begins with a tilt to his head, reaching up with his hand to point at his nose. “Was it crooked a bit to the left? A bit pointy, like a beak?” He asks with a sharp gleam to his eye. “Bright gold eyes with a tinge of red?” He tries to keep Gaals face in his mind, removing the blood and bruising in the attempts to find a connection.
“Hair red just like yours?”
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.
