Walking in the night sky, I'm always on your side
You are really saving me
She says she’s an old soul and he nods, he can see it. She reminds him of those that lived in the country over, where things had been drastically different from his home. His home? The structure was strict, and often resulted in maiming or death if you worked against it. Jata had been lucky, had made himself too vital of a role for them to kill, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still push the mold. She sits up and he keeps his eye on the sky, inhaling quietly and mulling it all over. “And I’ve always fought against everything that held me down. Rebellion has always been what I’m good at.” He replies.Maybe it’s the lanterns, maybe it’s the festival, but he doesn’t quite think that his words are coming out so bad today. And he lifts his head just enough to look at her, propping himself on his elbows when she looks back at him. He considers her words with a small nod in agreement. “That is comforting to know.” He rumbles to her quietly, gaze lifting toward Lusea’s lantern with a small internal sigh. “Everywhere has its difficulties.”
SUNJATA
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.
