SuNJATA
the flood
He keeps his eyes on her as he offers her the first step in, waiting to see what she thinks of it. It’s a dark interior, navy and bronze and a variety of other random bits and pieces put here and there – but somehow they all seem to mesh and meld together, creating a sort of solace against the onslaught of the Longheat sun. He follows her in, stepping to the back of the bar to meet back up with her where she sits as Haai clamors onto his shoulders.
As Weaver asks who the griffin is, Sunjata gives her a slightly brighter smile. “Her name is Haai.” He explains at first, remaining braced against the bar somewhat. “Don’t let her innocent face fool you, she does bite.” He hums with a quiet chuckle – although the only person she’s bitten has been him and usually because he deserves it.
The mention of something to sip has him nodding, pushing off the bar to turn and face the wall of bottles behind him, running a few fingers along the faces of the bottles, trying to pick what might be a good start. There’s mead, there’s wine, there’s also the lighter types of vodka and gin that he’d had made for him, ciders of a sort… So many to choose from. And so after a long moment, he decides to go with two options. One of the wines using berries from the Greatwood, hearty and rich in flavor as well as one of the vodkas. Pouring a glass of the wine and a small shot of the vodka, he slides them over to her and leans against the bar once more, Haai continuing to watch with interest along his tattooed shoulders. “Tell me what you think.” He says with all the cockiness of knowing it’s all definitely better than piss.
As Weaver asks who the griffin is, Sunjata gives her a slightly brighter smile. “Her name is Haai.” He explains at first, remaining braced against the bar somewhat. “Don’t let her innocent face fool you, she does bite.” He hums with a quiet chuckle – although the only person she’s bitten has been him and usually because he deserves it.
The mention of something to sip has him nodding, pushing off the bar to turn and face the wall of bottles behind him, running a few fingers along the faces of the bottles, trying to pick what might be a good start. There’s mead, there’s wine, there’s also the lighter types of vodka and gin that he’d had made for him, ciders of a sort… So many to choose from. And so after a long moment, he decides to go with two options. One of the wines using berries from the Greatwood, hearty and rich in flavor as well as one of the vodkas. Pouring a glass of the wine and a small shot of the vodka, he slides them over to her and leans against the bar once more, Haai continuing to watch with interest along his tattooed shoulders. “Tell me what you think.” He says with all the cockiness of knowing it’s all definitely better than piss.
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.
