don't you know i'm no good for you?
The comment of Adam pangs deep within as well, causing him to shift where he sits and keep his gaze trained on the coast. “He’d like that.” He comments quietly, reaching up absently to rub at the golden earrings in his ears, before the hand drifts to run through wavy dark hair. “I have a few things set aside for one for Adam, but I was closer to Peter.” Though both had been friends, Peter was the closest to the flood.
On the subject of gods and everything else, Sunjata focuses instead on the question poised to Jigano. The idea of being a magic wielder and attuned is one that’s hard for him to understand – but he listens when Jigano mentions that it was what he always had been. A slow nod is granted to that. “Must have been difficult to lose that bit of yourself.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, having never been anything than an Accepted in a sense.
The question is returned and he looks up, gaze tearing from the coastline back to the bard. “I was always human. Accepted, except Korofi didn’t have gods. Not like here, anyway. Then I arrive here and people can shift into animals, magic users, things that were a bit of a fantasy for everyone else back home. But to change? It’s.. Strange. Safrin reached into me – straight through my ribs – and held my soul there, changing it and suddenly I was a bird.” There’s a considering look to that, unable to really explain the feeling. “Then it just became almost a second nature. Like it should have been there the whole time and it was missing.”
On the subject of gods and everything else, Sunjata focuses instead on the question poised to Jigano. The idea of being a magic wielder and attuned is one that’s hard for him to understand – but he listens when Jigano mentions that it was what he always had been. A slow nod is granted to that. “Must have been difficult to lose that bit of yourself.” He offers a bit unhelpfully, having never been anything than an Accepted in a sense.
The question is returned and he looks up, gaze tearing from the coastline back to the bard. “I was always human. Accepted, except Korofi didn’t have gods. Not like here, anyway. Then I arrive here and people can shift into animals, magic users, things that were a bit of a fantasy for everyone else back home. But to change? It’s.. Strange. Safrin reached into me – straight through my ribs – and held my soul there, changing it and suddenly I was a bird.” There’s a considering look to that, unable to really explain the feeling. “Then it just became almost a second nature. Like it should have been there the whole time and it was missing.”
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.
