this heart is a cathedral. widows, ghosts, and lovers sit and sing in the dark arched marrow of me
A rogue smirk crosses his face at Zephyr’s comment, the rise and fall of shoulders accompanying it. “Worse or better to stack things on?” He quips, a hum of a chuckle leaving his throat at it – but he continues to walk beside the smuggler, aimlessly, really, with nothing quite in sight. Which is fine, Sunjata doesn’t have plans for the day – if he did, he wouldn’t have stumbled across Zephyr in the little coral structure, now would he?
He’s half tempted to ask what exactly the man was doing in the structure, but thinks better of it as the other man’s question hits him. “Yeah, that’s me.” He offers, looking past the smuggler to the waters. “Sunjata.” He explains, thanking the gods for Zephyr not saying ‘Sunny’ something. But he bites his tongue from mentioning anything about the Arbiter position, wondering what all Zephyr has heard about it. “I haven’t met you yet though, care to share your name?” A raise of his brow is offered with the question.
He’s half tempted to ask what exactly the man was doing in the structure, but thinks better of it as the other man’s question hits him. “Yeah, that’s me.” He offers, looking past the smuggler to the waters. “Sunjata.” He explains, thanking the gods for Zephyr not saying ‘Sunny’ something. But he bites his tongue from mentioning anything about the Arbiter position, wondering what all Zephyr has heard about it. “I haven’t met you yet though, care to share your name?” A raise of his brow is offered with the question.
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.
