i bank on the funeral
“She’s okay.” He offers, giving Loren a softer smile. “But she tried to go get a Cloud Manta crystal with a local and ended up getting crushed by it. Apparently she was healed before she got back.” Though there’s something in the way the muscle feathers in his jaw that seems to suggest he’s not entirely sure if he wants to know how bad it had been before that point.
The mention of being overprotective does spark a playful roll of his eyes. “Her too. She nearly bit my head off for the scars you gave me.” He says, turning his side to the Launceleyn and lifting his arm to peer down at the dragon’s claw marks that run down the length of his torso. “I like ‘em well enough though.” He teases Loren before stepping into the water.
And once he’s there, asks how much Loren knows of it, he focuses on Loren and the form of which he swims with. Then, he floats – which is usually the number one thing that he tries to teach people to try and prevent them from drowning at the very least. But he filters away what he’s learned from it, shifting in the water to swim to Loren’s side, entirely as himself as much as he wants to partially shift. His form is well practiced, strokes powerful enough to keep a good pace, and when he reaches Loren’s side he aims to circle the summoner with a calculating eye.
“You seem like you want to be in control of it too much.” He muses, steel gaze lifting to Loren with a small smile and a raise of his brow. “Try to give into it, be more sure of your strokes and see where that gets you.” He offers.
The mention of being overprotective does spark a playful roll of his eyes. “Her too. She nearly bit my head off for the scars you gave me.” He says, turning his side to the Launceleyn and lifting his arm to peer down at the dragon’s claw marks that run down the length of his torso. “I like ‘em well enough though.” He teases Loren before stepping into the water.
And once he’s there, asks how much Loren knows of it, he focuses on Loren and the form of which he swims with. Then, he floats – which is usually the number one thing that he tries to teach people to try and prevent them from drowning at the very least. But he filters away what he’s learned from it, shifting in the water to swim to Loren’s side, entirely as himself as much as he wants to partially shift. His form is well practiced, strokes powerful enough to keep a good pace, and when he reaches Loren’s side he aims to circle the summoner with a calculating eye.
“You seem like you want to be in control of it too much.” He muses, steel gaze lifting to Loren with a small smile and a raise of his brow. “Try to give into it, be more sure of your strokes and see where that gets you.” He offers.
'cause i learned all my lessons that way
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.
