SuNJATA
It was unlikely, though Sunjata would never truly admit it. He’d made arrangements, had figured it out – but likely would only ever let it happen if he was so far gone that they did it anyway. That was all he thought was worth in it, in the end. But he’s thankful as Jigano lets the topic drop, and the goldfish that had fluttered over Jigano’s scales find their way toward him as he remains mostly still in the water, drifting and inspecting the dark black tail splotched with white. It’s enough of a surprising sensation to cause a shiver to run down his spine.
The topic of Maea doesn’t relieve him of the shiver that traced down his spine, nor does it relieve him of any of the goosebumps that crossed his skin where the breeze touches damp skin. But he focuses on the trinket, working on the chime of sorts as Jigano muses about bows. Likely a short bow. He offers thoughtfully. I think it’d better suit her size. But he nods nonetheless, the idea of a gift like that would be great for Maea, if his experience with his own bow gifted to him was any consideration.
The mention of a warm rock to lounge on does draw a chuckle from his throat, however, and he shrugs lightly to that. Where’s the fun in that? I’ve sunbathed enough already. He teases Jigano, giving him an amused look before it falters with the topic of LongNight. I think I would worry too much about those that stayed here to stay completely away, unfortunately. An honest answer. He’d come to care about a lot of people here, and if something were to happen to them if they didn’t leave too… Well, he prefers not to think on it.
So instead, he drifts over with the partially completed gift, letting the dragon’s head near the rocks that were aligned in a sort of color scheme that he thought seemed like it made sense. At the question of whether he’d made them before, Sunjata chuckles lightly. First time. A thoughtful response, looking it over with brows that scrunch together slightly. I just figured a cage of sorts would better hold the stones so they don’t fall out with the wind. It made sense, he thought, and to see that Jigano appreciated it, well it was all the confirmation he needed.
The topic of Maea doesn’t relieve him of the shiver that traced down his spine, nor does it relieve him of any of the goosebumps that crossed his skin where the breeze touches damp skin. But he focuses on the trinket, working on the chime of sorts as Jigano muses about bows. Likely a short bow. He offers thoughtfully. I think it’d better suit her size. But he nods nonetheless, the idea of a gift like that would be great for Maea, if his experience with his own bow gifted to him was any consideration.
The mention of a warm rock to lounge on does draw a chuckle from his throat, however, and he shrugs lightly to that. Where’s the fun in that? I’ve sunbathed enough already. He teases Jigano, giving him an amused look before it falters with the topic of LongNight. I think I would worry too much about those that stayed here to stay completely away, unfortunately. An honest answer. He’d come to care about a lot of people here, and if something were to happen to them if they didn’t leave too… Well, he prefers not to think on it.
So instead, he drifts over with the partially completed gift, letting the dragon’s head near the rocks that were aligned in a sort of color scheme that he thought seemed like it made sense. At the question of whether he’d made them before, Sunjata chuckles lightly. First time. A thoughtful response, looking it over with brows that scrunch together slightly. I just figured a cage of sorts would better hold the stones so they don’t fall out with the wind. It made sense, he thought, and to see that Jigano appreciated it, well it was all the confirmation he needed.
take me by the hand but please don't want to know me
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.
