i bank on the funeral
The question as to why he’d been trained that way has Sunjata settling in a bit more, gaze drifting from the water back toward the Ascended with an almost matter-of-fact look. “I was trained to become the Arbiter. Basically the highest rank of enforcement. So think of… An officer or a guard of sorts. My father is the current Arbiter and they wanted me to take his place.” He doesn’t know where Bastien’s from, doesn’t know what term would make more sense to use when explaining what he’d been trained to do. “It was a harsh and cold upbringing, yeah.”
But there’s a slight shuddering of his gaze as he hears the question of Lusea and he leans forward then, drawing his knees up and resting his forearms along them while he looks forward to the water once more. “No. She died a few years before I arrived here. Then last Deepfrost she arrived here too.” There’s a brief pause, turn in his head to look back at Bastien. “Then she died again early Flowerbirth.”
But there’s a slight shuddering of his gaze as he hears the question of Lusea and he leans forward then, drawing his knees up and resting his forearms along them while he looks forward to the water once more. “No. She died a few years before I arrived here. Then last Deepfrost she arrived here too.” There’s a brief pause, turn in his head to look back at Bastien. “Then she died again early Flowerbirth.”
'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.
