SUNJATA
Ah, the arrow. A brighter grin sparks and chases away some of the shadows as he regards Jigano, listening to the question of the wave with a quiet nod. “We both did.” They had gotten them together, in the end. A symbol for one another, and now he remained a missing puzzle piece once more. “They called her the Flame of Korofi.” It goes unsaid that he had called her his own flame. The arrow was a fact that he’d always find his way to her, one way or another.
As for the wave? Well, that’s a far more fun tale. “Likewise, they called me the Flood of Korofi.” Perhaps the alcohol has made him far bolder than he would be with this information, but it wasn’t much of a secret. She’d called him her Flood time and time again. And he had always embodied it, more so in Korofi than here so far. But the wave was to be him, the flame is hers. And where they met, smoke always rose in their wakes.
He mentions he’s jealous at the fact Sunjata didn’t have to write his name, and he joins Jigano with a quiet snort of response. “Don’t be.” It still hadn’t helped much in the end, and he had holed himself away with Phoebe not long after the Queen had departed. “I’ve never met Amalia, though. I don’t think so anyway?” A casual shrug. Would he have noticed if he had?
As for Lusea, he shrugs. “She arrived long after I did, after all of that.” Only to be gone again, but part of him can’t help but wonder if she had been taken, taken by someone who had an affinity for those with magic, and his thoughts churn slowly with the alcohol. “I’m used to doing it, though.” He offers, responding to Jigano’s comment of ignoring monarchs. It’s just how it was. And he nods at Jigano’s next comment, shrugging his tattooed shoulders lightly.
“There’s a certain balance to hold. You need those willing to uphold it, without you being there constantly, but it also needs to be reasonable.” Which would vary vastly from person to person, leadership to leadership. At the end of the day, he wanted absolutely no part.
They toast one another and Sunjata sits back somewhat from finishing his glass and corking the bottle, running a hand through his hair before his steel eyes find Jigano again. “You’ve got a deal, then.”
As for the wave? Well, that’s a far more fun tale. “Likewise, they called me the Flood of Korofi.” Perhaps the alcohol has made him far bolder than he would be with this information, but it wasn’t much of a secret. She’d called him her Flood time and time again. And he had always embodied it, more so in Korofi than here so far. But the wave was to be him, the flame is hers. And where they met, smoke always rose in their wakes.
He mentions he’s jealous at the fact Sunjata didn’t have to write his name, and he joins Jigano with a quiet snort of response. “Don’t be.” It still hadn’t helped much in the end, and he had holed himself away with Phoebe not long after the Queen had departed. “I’ve never met Amalia, though. I don’t think so anyway?” A casual shrug. Would he have noticed if he had?
As for Lusea, he shrugs. “She arrived long after I did, after all of that.” Only to be gone again, but part of him can’t help but wonder if she had been taken, taken by someone who had an affinity for those with magic, and his thoughts churn slowly with the alcohol. “I’m used to doing it, though.” He offers, responding to Jigano’s comment of ignoring monarchs. It’s just how it was. And he nods at Jigano’s next comment, shrugging his tattooed shoulders lightly.
“There’s a certain balance to hold. You need those willing to uphold it, without you being there constantly, but it also needs to be reasonable.” Which would vary vastly from person to person, leadership to leadership. At the end of the day, he wanted absolutely no part.
They toast one another and Sunjata sits back somewhat from finishing his glass and corking the bottle, running a hand through his hair before his steel eyes find Jigano again. “You’ve got a deal, then.”
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.
