i try to keep it in line, maybe i'm just not the one
Her snicker leaves her lips and Sunjata lifts his gaze to meet her gilded ones as he rotates the birds again, a small smile playing on the corners of his own. “Something tells me… No.” He chuckles back, though the thought is there. At some point, he imagines he might want to go and speak with the herald, all while of course minding the fact of his own. He’s one of Safrin’s. Not Frey’s, not Ludo’s. Safrin. And he knows her enough to know that it might look quite odd for him to go and investigate someone else.
The talk of guns takes over, and he focuses on her again as he sits back to let the Hels cook in place a bit longer. “I like bows too, but my favorites are probably daggers now.” A small smirk to that – the fact being that he had given her a gift of that very weapon. A dagger, with the multihued rock she’d admired when they’d been in the Greatwood together.
The talk of guns takes over, and he focuses on her again as he sits back to let the Hels cook in place a bit longer. “I like bows too, but my favorites are probably daggers now.” A small smirk to that – the fact being that he had given her a gift of that very weapon. A dagger, with the multihued rock she’d admired when they’d been in the Greatwood together.
but you know i would
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.
