SuNjATA
the flood
Maea the Disappeared? Sunjata’s brow raises slightly – having never quite heard that term for her. But he nods all the same, still somewhat confused about it. But he doesn’t have time to ask any questions, not as Quanil continues to speak. “She is nice.” He offers to Quanil with a slight smile to that. “Stubborn but nice.” His lip shifts to something like a smirk before he shakes his head and looks to his glass, swallowing down any superficial feelings he holds for her now.
“She’s getting checked out for what might be the cause of it soon.” He informs Quanil, lifting his gaze back to them with a softer smile to that – the smirk shifting to something soft. “I don’t think she is sad right now, no. I hope not.” A quiet chuckle to that – having already made some small part of reparations for what had occurred before in the river.
“She’s getting checked out for what might be the cause of it soon.” He informs Quanil, lifting his gaze back to them with a softer smile to that – the smirk shifting to something soft. “I don’t think she is sad right now, no. I hope not.” A quiet chuckle to that – having already made some small part of reparations for what had occurred before in the river.
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.
