SUNJATA
Ah, so Jigano does know Melita. And that makes it quite awkward to try and explain. So he reaches up, aiming to brush a hand along his neck as he tries to think of how to explain it. “I am from Korofi. But Melita tells me that Helovia was similar, in where people from other worlds also arrived there somehow. And Melita’s father is from Korofi.” A quick explanation. “He was supposed to marry my sister before he… Left. Which is where he met Melita’s mother.” The tone of her hair is unmistakable to Sunjata, the word she had slipped when speaking of her father had Korofi written all over it.
It made sense. And in a way, despite Gaal’s involvement with Sunjata and how much he entirely despised the man, Melita deserved a much better role model than that to figure out the Korofi blood that ran through her veins. “Forgive my brashness but Graasvoel, her father, was a real piece of shit who wanted nothing to do with her, teach her of the blood that runs through her veins. I intend to.” And teach her some Korofi while he’s at it, another addition to understanding part of who she is.
But the mention of Lusea definitely takes precedence and his hand falls back to his side as he looks back down the alleyway as Jigano speaks, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he listens and frowns with. “No scent trail. People say that the last place they saw her was the Settlement.” It’s not so much the idea that she’s run off that he’s worried of. He’s worried of her being taken. Again. “She was at one of the market stalls and on her way back here, only she didn’t get here.” A shrug, an angle toward the home he’s converting to the new bar.
All information aside, it’s time to move the mud, and so he shifts, pressing the mud into larger balls that stick to one another while Jigano uses magic of a sort to roll the balls along the way. And he continues, adding more and more for Jigano to roll down and place in a space that’s not in the way of the rest of everything. At this point, the mud has coated his dark spotted fur, but he’s determined and doesn’t care a bit at all.
It made sense. And in a way, despite Gaal’s involvement with Sunjata and how much he entirely despised the man, Melita deserved a much better role model than that to figure out the Korofi blood that ran through her veins. “Forgive my brashness but Graasvoel, her father, was a real piece of shit who wanted nothing to do with her, teach her of the blood that runs through her veins. I intend to.” And teach her some Korofi while he’s at it, another addition to understanding part of who she is.
But the mention of Lusea definitely takes precedence and his hand falls back to his side as he looks back down the alleyway as Jigano speaks, biting down on the inside of his cheek as he listens and frowns with. “No scent trail. People say that the last place they saw her was the Settlement.” It’s not so much the idea that she’s run off that he’s worried of. He’s worried of her being taken. Again. “She was at one of the market stalls and on her way back here, only she didn’t get here.” A shrug, an angle toward the home he’s converting to the new bar.
All information aside, it’s time to move the mud, and so he shifts, pressing the mud into larger balls that stick to one another while Jigano uses magic of a sort to roll the balls along the way. And he continues, adding more and more for Jigano to roll down and place in a space that’s not in the way of the rest of everything. At this point, the mud has coated his dark spotted fur, but he’s determined and doesn’t care a bit at all.
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.
