tides of thunder

but the darker the weather, the better the man

you can take all you want

Sunjata was unaware of the Attuned team that had braved the storms, but he still wondered what it was like – if it were like the storms of home when the monsoons would roll through and flood the world around them, wondered if they carried as much energy to energize and electrify anything caught in it, wonders if they would stand a chance with a secondary one or if it were even necessary. But Deimos hadn’t seen the storms either, and Sunjata’s hand drops from his neck as he shakes his head slightly, shrugging to the loss of the both of them before he inspects it. Perhaps it may be better to wait for those defenses until they knew what they were up against, to adjust and adapt.

The mention of not being permitted to the Greatwood creates a sigh from him as he sits back with the glass in hand, eyes lifting to scan Deimos’ face, pausing at the blue of his eyes. “So I have heard.” He offers, frowning lightly. He hadn’t cared much, in the end, but the Greatwood did have a beautiful river, a more wonderful combination of variety than the Hollowed Grounds had. “Though… I did hear from a man over LongNight that there’s an ocean out there somewhere.” His eyes glint at the prospect of beaches and oceans stretching as far as the eye can see. “There’s apparently a palace under the water.”

but not who i am

SuNJATA