don't you know i'm no good for you?
A quiet nod is given back, though he doesn’t shift to look at her. So long as they avoid the large bears, he’d consider it a good day. Better even, if they avoid the frost giants. There’s a light shiver that courses through him at the thought of stumbling across any remains of Lusea as well, setting his jaw a small amount tight, focusing on a different topic to keep his mind from straying too much into the dark when the world around them was so bright, so full of light.
So he asks of the trapping, glancing to her to see the surprise wrought across her face. “Hm.” A quiet response, considering as he glances to the bow upon her back as well. “Well, I’m glad we could get you the right one, and now your eyes are fixed.” There’s a ghost of a smile that crosses his face with that, going to nock the arrow into place as he walks along beside her. His gaze slips back to the trees around them, to the open air, listening to the sounds of their boots crunch against the snow.
There’s a sound of a branch cracking, and Sunjata lifts the bow in an easily practiced motion, following the swell of the flapping wings and testing against the air – shooting the arrow with a bit of leeway to allow for the whipping winds. It lands dead center, and he can’t help the somewhat smug grin along his face at that, having already grabbed another arrow just in case. But the Ningo drops a ways away from them, the arrow easily seen within the center of the bird among the snow.
So he asks of the trapping, glancing to her to see the surprise wrought across her face. “Hm.” A quiet response, considering as he glances to the bow upon her back as well. “Well, I’m glad we could get you the right one, and now your eyes are fixed.” There’s a ghost of a smile that crosses his face with that, going to nock the arrow into place as he walks along beside her. His gaze slips back to the trees around them, to the open air, listening to the sounds of their boots crunch against the snow.
There’s a sound of a branch cracking, and Sunjata lifts the bow in an easily practiced motion, following the swell of the flapping wings and testing against the air – shooting the arrow with a bit of leeway to allow for the whipping winds. It lands dead center, and he can’t help the somewhat smug grin along his face at that, having already grabbed another arrow just in case. But the Ningo drops a ways away from them, the arrow easily seen within the center of the bird among the snow.
i've learned to lose, you can't afford to
SUNJATA
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.
