SuNjATA
the flood
“I am.” Sunjata responds with a bright smile, shaking his head to the mention of showing thanks to Haai. Not quite, in fact… Had he found her when he had been Accepted, chances were she wouldn’t have been the griffin that everyone knew. Perhaps a dragon, perhaps… Nothing at all. He’s thankful for it regardless, however, the little wolf-magpie hybrid that’s comfortable along the bar under all the praise and attention she could receive.
He focuses on Quanil as they ask their question, and when they pause before asking for more wine, Sunjata offers a quiet breathy chuckle. “Sure.” He says, reaching for the wine bottle to refill Quanil’s glass before settling in and filling his own glass with more of his favored whiskey. “You can ask about the world I came from. I came from a place called Korofi. What do you want to know?” His head tilts avianlike with the question, steel gaze lingering on their face.
He focuses on Quanil as they ask their question, and when they pause before asking for more wine, Sunjata offers a quiet breathy chuckle. “Sure.” He says, reaching for the wine bottle to refill Quanil’s glass before settling in and filling his own glass with more of his favored whiskey. “You can ask about the world I came from. I came from a place called Korofi. What do you want to know?” His head tilts avianlike with the question, steel gaze lingering on their face.
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.
