SuNJATA
the flood
He can tell the confusion that lingers in her at the mention of Lusea’s lantern, the way she hadn’t connected it, and he understands. He hadn’t given her the news yet, hadn’t expected her to know. Her ignorance on the matter was nowhere her fault, though it seems soon after she connects the dots and gives her apology, he shrugs lightly. “It’s okay.” He tells her with a small shadowed smile.
It wasn’t okay, really. But they couldn’t do anything about it.
“She went to Halo, for some reason.” He offers quietly, shrugging again. “She is not coming back.” An admittance, that whatever was left of her would stay there among the ice and snow. He looks back up along the wall briefly, head tilting slightly. “I made this for her for the last Festival of Lights, before she came back.” He explains.
It wasn’t okay, really. But they couldn’t do anything about it.
“She went to Halo, for some reason.” He offers quietly, shrugging again. “She is not coming back.” An admittance, that whatever was left of her would stay there among the ice and snow. He looks back up along the wall briefly, head tilting slightly. “I made this for her for the last Festival of Lights, before she came back.” He explains.
rely a bit too heavily on alcohol & irony
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
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.
