i'll put all my pieces back together where they belong, and i'll say
He resurfaces, offering the glittering stones while red clings to him, and he offers her a crooked boyish grin as she takes them into her hand – the words themselves aren’t too telling of what she thinks, but the smile that appears after is worth it in and of itself. Inclining his head slightly, he hums a quiet chuckle of agreement. “Good.” A quiet comment on the rocks before he pushes away from her slightly, drifting back down into the water to find a few more.
When he returns to the surface again, he shakes the water out of his hair until it plasters to the side of his head again and he swims over toward the space that Haai occupies with Fangorn, giving a nod to the pumpkin before he sets a couple of pearly stones to the pile of his clothes, finding that they might make for a nice addition to something of some sort – something he can’t create on his own, but could likely find someone to help.
Then he drifts over toward Melita once more, leaning against the edge of the water where the shore begins to rise, along a stream of rocks as red continues to cling to him more and more the further around the cataract he goes. “How much of a collection of them do you have?” He asks curiously, resting an arm against the rockery behind him that he leans against.
When he returns to the surface again, he shakes the water out of his hair until it plasters to the side of his head again and he swims over toward the space that Haai occupies with Fangorn, giving a nod to the pumpkin before he sets a couple of pearly stones to the pile of his clothes, finding that they might make for a nice addition to something of some sort – something he can’t create on his own, but could likely find someone to help.
Then he drifts over toward Melita once more, leaning against the edge of the water where the shore begins to rise, along a stream of rocks as red continues to cling to him more and more the further around the cataract he goes. “How much of a collection of them do you have?” He asks curiously, resting an arm against the rockery behind him that he leans against.
god, i'm a mess
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.
