SUNJATA
Jigano thanks him for the information, and Sunjata nods his head in agreement — pausing when the bard does as he finds… a square? To put pegs, using knotted string for measuring. He says nothing on it, wondering if the man has lost his mind, but he manages to capture the pale haired fox’s attention when he mentions Frey. “Yeah, Frey.” He reiterates, though he’s certain Jigano has heard of the particular god based off his profession. He lifts the hand with the cigarette to his lips again, watching Jigano curiously as he pulls from it with a quietly intrigued look.
But at the mention of the flowers, Sunjata exhales his plume of smoke with a nod of his own. “I’ve only heard of Vi.” He admits, having no idea who Amalia was either. But the other? Arduinna? Not a clue. He lets the cigarette hang in his lips as he moves a bit closer to inspect what he’s doing. “What are you making?” He asks, accented voice adrift with smoke as his head tilts and steel eyes focus on it.
But at the mention of the flowers, Sunjata exhales his plume of smoke with a nod of his own. “I’ve only heard of Vi.” He admits, having no idea who Amalia was either. But the other? Arduinna? Not a clue. He lets the cigarette hang in his lips as he moves a bit closer to inspect what he’s doing. “What are you making?” He asks, accented voice adrift with smoke as his head tilts and steel eyes focus on it.
come home. don't die so far from the sea—
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.
