SUNJATA
the flood
i'm nothing more than a page unwritten
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
on the pavement, blowing in the wind
He read the note pinned to the Notice Board, dealt with a very unsuccessful attempt at seeking Delphia out to hear what Maea might have said to him, helped the people of Haulani in Torchline avoid getting trapped and harmed by the volcano, and yet… And yet, it doesn’t quite seal any of the awkwardness in his heart over the news, unable to properly distract himself from the rules he’s stumbled within, the ritual required – wondering if it’s worth it, worth getting over Lusea to hear the last hurrah from Maea.
So he chooses to seek out what little things he can. Her things, what little of them there were.
Initially, however, he makes a stop at the Kraai – unsure if Weaver knew of the fate of her friend, his lover. Still, the air around him is heavy, Haai is at his heels guiding the way through the cold and despite how much Sunjata doesn’t want to think about it, he can’t help but to embrace the biting cold in the littler layers he wears. He enters the bar, slipping the jacket and furs off, remaining in a sleeveless shirt to reveal the one sleeve done as well as the other tattoos he’d bore before arriving in Caido. A quick look around before he utters for her – hoping she’s here this time. “Weaver?” Another call out, certainly not in the mood to meet face to face with her brother this time around.
It’s time for a chat, and quite a few drinks.
So he chooses to seek out what little things he can. Her things, what little of them there were.
Initially, however, he makes a stop at the Kraai – unsure if Weaver knew of the fate of her friend, his lover. Still, the air around him is heavy, Haai is at his heels guiding the way through the cold and despite how much Sunjata doesn’t want to think about it, he can’t help but to embrace the biting cold in the littler layers he wears. He enters the bar, slipping the jacket and furs off, remaining in a sleeveless shirt to reveal the one sleeve done as well as the other tattoos he’d bore before arriving in Caido. A quick look around before he utters for her – hoping she’s here this time. “Weaver?” Another call out, certainly not in the mood to meet face to face with her brother this time around.
It’s time for a chat, and quite a few drinks.
you win a lot, and you lose
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
just a little bit more than you gained in the end
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.
