SUNJATA
“What did you fight about?” She asks with a quiet interest, and he has to think about what was the most common thing they had disagreed upon. His brows ruffle slightly and he sits back in the water as it laps against his chest as he glances to the reflection on the waves. “Many things, really. We didn’t agree with how they raised their children, they didn’t agree with the way we raised ours.” He considers. “Then of course, there were fights over who were more important. My family, my house, we were the ones that enacted justice. We were the judges and the punishers. Gaal’s house was a supplier – they made the weaponry our kingdom used against outsiders.” He hums thoughtfully before he raises his shoulders in a shrug. “It really came down to who thought supply was more important than making sure everyone obeyed the laws of the land.” His eyes soften as they land on her again and he quirks a small smirk at her.
“I obviously thought my work was more important.” He says with a laugh, sending her a wink. “Besides, it’s not like Gaal did jack shit anyway.” He trails off before he’s informing her of more words to call this unknown Kiada, this traitor to Melita’s home. He listens diligently as she repeats, a small amount of pride blossoming in his chest at the sounds of his native tongue coming from a child of the land, despite her being the descendent of who she was. At least it seemed she hated him as much as he did. And soon enough, she’s poising more questions at him and he grins to her with the suggestions. “Moordenaar. is murderer in our language. Uhhh… Muuaji in Dorobian.” He pauses, thinking on it. “And greedy is uchoyo in Dorobian. Gulsige in ours.” He smirks. “Gaan weg is piss off, in ours too.” He snorts, his nose wrinkling slightly.
“I obviously thought my work was more important.” He says with a laugh, sending her a wink. “Besides, it’s not like Gaal did jack shit anyway.” He trails off before he’s informing her of more words to call this unknown Kiada, this traitor to Melita’s home. He listens diligently as she repeats, a small amount of pride blossoming in his chest at the sounds of his native tongue coming from a child of the land, despite her being the descendent of who she was. At least it seemed she hated him as much as he did. And soon enough, she’s poising more questions at him and he grins to her with the suggestions. “Moordenaar. is murderer in our language. Uhhh… Muuaji in Dorobian.” He pauses, thinking on it. “And greedy is uchoyo in Dorobian. Gulsige in ours.” He smirks. “Gaan weg is piss off, in ours too.” He snorts, his nose wrinkling slightly.
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.
