you will not choke the divine from me
Oliver’s thoughts on the Labyrinth and what they could do about it and learn about it grant a quiet nod from Sunjata, his steel eyes drifting over hedge to hedge, tree to tree, before he focuses on rye idea of it. “Perhaps.” But he hasn’t even figured out what to do in his immediate vicinity. The thought of tackling the labyrinth was something that didn’t quite inspire him like it might have once before, and he wonders if perhaps Jigano likely knows more about it than he does. A question for a later date.
As Oliver keeps Haai comfortable, the tiny griffin nestles in and watches from his shoulder, content to remain there until they find a place to stop. Sunjata, meanwhile, scouts ahead again for the clearing. “Very fitting, unfortunately.” He rumbles in a quiet agreement. The proof was on his hands, small scratches from her teeth and generally being a nuisance.
Oliver’s question of fashion, however as he darts forward and does a little strut does spark a quiet snort to leave the Korofi man, his eyes following the duo until they return to him, Haai’s green eyes bright and uncertain of what exactly is going on, she puffs a quiet huff of smoke over Oliver’s shoulder before she settles in. Sunjata offers a roll of his shoulders. “Green and blue are good colors for you, though I’m partial to blue on myself if I’m being honest.” Blue was probably his favorite color, to nobody’s surprise.
He looks ahead again spotting the clearing and juts his head toward it in a quiet suggestion. “How’s that one?” Steps pick up a bit of a pace to head toward it.
As Oliver keeps Haai comfortable, the tiny griffin nestles in and watches from his shoulder, content to remain there until they find a place to stop. Sunjata, meanwhile, scouts ahead again for the clearing. “Very fitting, unfortunately.” He rumbles in a quiet agreement. The proof was on his hands, small scratches from her teeth and generally being a nuisance.
Oliver’s question of fashion, however as he darts forward and does a little strut does spark a quiet snort to leave the Korofi man, his eyes following the duo until they return to him, Haai’s green eyes bright and uncertain of what exactly is going on, she puffs a quiet huff of smoke over Oliver’s shoulder before she settles in. Sunjata offers a roll of his shoulders. “Green and blue are good colors for you, though I’m partial to blue on myself if I’m being honest.” Blue was probably his favorite color, to nobody’s surprise.
He looks ahead again spotting the clearing and juts his head toward it in a quiet suggestion. “How’s that one?” Steps pick up a bit of a pace to head toward it.
sunjata
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.
