SUNJATA
She follows to an extent, and he finishes wringing out his shirt before he nods toward the direction home (at least the direction he thinks is home) as he straightens out his shirt and lets it wave in the air slightly. The rest of him would have to air dry, he decides, pushing back a bit of his hair with a half dried hand. And she agrees to hearing more stories, while the man wonders what other kind of stories he could tell.
Gods, when was the last time he had even thought that far back?
“Let’s head toward the Settlement and I can try and think up some things on the way.” He assures her, feet finding the sand of the beach, a brow raised as he finds his boots and slings the shirt over his shoulder, lifting his boots in his other hand, and letting her begin to lead the way.
Gods, when was the last time he had even thought that far back?
“Let’s head toward the Settlement and I can try and think up some things on the way.” He assures her, feet finding the sand of the beach, a brow raised as he finds his boots and slings the shirt over his shoulder, lifting his boots in his other hand, and letting her begin to lead the way.
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.
