SuNjATA
the flood
The brightness of the man’s voice causes a brighter smile to cross over Sunjata’s, accepting the hello and taking the other mans in a rather… Familiar shake of the hand. “Hello Kaimana.” He rumbles back, his name awkwardly falling through the accent of his lips but he tries anyway. It’s the thought that counts, right? The attempt that’s made? Haai meanwhile feels content to cling to the other man while they work, and Sunjata continues to rake up the larger debris into piles while Kai answers his questions.
“Your Dama?” He questions, because that’s the part that confuses him. “That’s why you’re observing.” It starts to make some sense. It’s a shame the other man doesn’t remember where he’s been before, because Sunjata is rather infinitely interested in what else Caido has to offer. At the end of the day, almost anything is better than this dreary place. “What have you learned so far?” He asks after a moment, giving Kai time to respond to his other questions.
“Your Dama?” He questions, because that’s the part that confuses him. “That’s why you’re observing.” It starts to make some sense. It’s a shame the other man doesn’t remember where he’s been before, because Sunjata is rather infinitely interested in what else Caido has to offer. At the end of the day, almost anything is better than this dreary place. “What have you learned so far?” He asks after a moment, giving Kai time to respond to his other questions.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
would we fly?
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.
