SuNjATA
the flood
A loud hum of a chuckle leaves him at the comment, offering a nod in response with a slight quirk to his lips. “Dad’s right.” He admits, knowing full well with first hand experience just how true the statement was when it came to it. He’d done it far too many times to count. But he focuses on Quanil’s face, waiting and spotting the amount of trust within their eyes that he can’t lead them astray.
So he settles with something light, first filling a glass of water to slide over toward them, followed by one of the lighter wines with a hint of apple mixed among the sparkling tones. It was a refreshing wine, and bright against the tongue, and Sunjata fills a glass part of the way and slides it over to them as well and leans against the bar to focus on them a bit more fully. “Let me know what you think.”
So he settles with something light, first filling a glass of water to slide over toward them, followed by one of the lighter wines with a hint of apple mixed among the sparkling tones. It was a refreshing wine, and bright against the tongue, and Sunjata fills a glass part of the way and slides it over to them as well and leans against the bar to focus on them a bit more fully. “Let me know what you think.”
ain't no rest for the wicked
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.
