SUNJATA
A question of how James had gotten here, and Sunjata finds himself quietly chuckling at that before he shakes his head. “No clue.” His tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a shrug before he focuses on the bard again. “I was a bit too drunk to ask how he got here when he was telling me of oceans.” A wink, his honesty shining through. The moment he’d heard beaches and oceans, he had forgotten anything that would have made sense.
A bob of his head is given to Jigano when he mentions there’s likely plants here that do a similar thing, and he agrees. After arriving here there had been a variety of things he hadn’t realized could exist – but again, he’d also come from a place with no magic, no nothing. And when magic is involved, he supposes that anything is possible at the end of the day.
The question of the tide takes him a bit by surprise however, and that same nostalgic smile crosses his face as he contemplates it. “The tide.” He begins, rumbling as he figures out where to start. “It’s strange in a sense. It depends on the moon, the bigger the moon the further the pull.” He begins, tilting his head lightly. “So it’ll be the highest, flood things when it starts to get dark, and during the day around midday it’ll go back out to the rest of the sea.” It’s strange to explain how that works, but he does his best.
“As for salt? It is.” A quiet chuckle. “Spend too long in it and you’ll get very dehydrated.” Steel eyes lift up to look at Jigano with a dark raised brow, the alcohol sweeping through him in force now and he’ll probably answer whatever questions the bard may have about Korofi.
A bob of his head is given to Jigano when he mentions there’s likely plants here that do a similar thing, and he agrees. After arriving here there had been a variety of things he hadn’t realized could exist – but again, he’d also come from a place with no magic, no nothing. And when magic is involved, he supposes that anything is possible at the end of the day.
The question of the tide takes him a bit by surprise however, and that same nostalgic smile crosses his face as he contemplates it. “The tide.” He begins, rumbling as he figures out where to start. “It’s strange in a sense. It depends on the moon, the bigger the moon the further the pull.” He begins, tilting his head lightly. “So it’ll be the highest, flood things when it starts to get dark, and during the day around midday it’ll go back out to the rest of the sea.” It’s strange to explain how that works, but he does his best.
“As for salt? It is.” A quiet chuckle. “Spend too long in it and you’ll get very dehydrated.” Steel eyes lift up to look at Jigano with a dark raised brow, the alcohol sweeping through him in force now and he’ll probably answer whatever questions the bard may have about Korofi.
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.
