tides of thunder

but the darker the weather, the better the man

you can take all you want

In an effort to keep himself busy, to not drink the bar out of what reserves it had before he had to go and chat with Remi or the other merchants in the area, Sunjata finds himself deciding to train. Like he had once before, back in Korofi on long nights of arguments with his father, long nights in the underground with Lusea and the rebels, long nights even after when there wasn’t much else to do. He feels a small amount better today at least, having restrained from drinking as much the previous nights, and he slips from the bar toward the barracks he’d helped put together. His sleek black bow slung over his shoulder, arrows he’s made with his own feathers to sport blues and blacks, he looks absolutely the part.

Slipping around the corner to the training grounds, he can see someone create something, spark it to life and let it fly — all surprises with a hint of bewilderment at seeing a catapult here in all places. He’s certain he doesn’t look quite as well as he had the previous times the other tall man had seen him, but he still pastes on the best smirk he can muster, shifting the bow over his shoulder. “Ah, so training now includes blowing things to oblivion.” He calls out to Deimos, making his way over before eyeing it with interest.

“I like it.” At least it’s something to keep him focused, to get out some of his anger and frustration. He only hopes the other man doesn’t notice so much.

but not who i am

SuNJATA