SUNJATA
isn't it funny?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
how the cold numbs everything but grief?
“Rum is.. Well, it’s made with sugar or molasses.” He hums, lips pursing briefly as he considers it. “Whiskey’s made from grain, less sweet, somewhat spicy. Though it depends on what barrels they age them in.” See, he’s a bar owner that knows somewhat about his product. “I’ve got a nice barrel of it at the VlamVloed, perhaps I’ll let you try it out for yourself if you don’t drop another dragon on me.” A crooked smirk is sent back toward Loren with a wink, raising the flask in a toast.
But with Astra gone, Haai returns as well, laying by Sunjata’s head to where he can use her as a pillow of sorts – and he does, among the sand and the crashing waves around the two men. As Loren looks over to him, Sunjata turns his head to look back at the summoner. “Feels more personal.” He shrugs and Haai flutters her wings to that. “Plus I’d rather break a finger than have my side gashed up like that.” A quiet chuckle to that. “Thanks, by the way.”
But with Astra gone, Haai returns as well, laying by Sunjata’s head to where he can use her as a pillow of sorts – and he does, among the sand and the crashing waves around the two men. As Loren looks over to him, Sunjata turns his head to look back at the summoner. “Feels more personal.” He shrugs and Haai flutters her wings to that. “Plus I’d rather break a finger than have my side gashed up like that.” A quiet chuckle to that. “Thanks, by the way.”
if we could light up the room with pain,
we'd be such a glorious fire
we'd be such a glorious fire
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.
