fall into the deep end

SUNJATA

the flood

feeling alive while you fight for your life
as you swim back to the beaches

A quiet sigh slips from him as Neron’s demeanor changes with the release of that information. There’s a moment where he’s contemplative — listening for the ways Sunjata could bribe Neron, when it seems the man has it all figured out. Still, he mulls it over, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’d have someone here in Halo again, would have the ability to focus on the other lands again.

So after a small amount of time, he moves his hands from the edge of the chair they had been stuck to with the ice, rubbing at his wrist as he goes to stand. “Fine, deal.” Nate would understand, right? Either that or he was sure Neron would use all the magic he could on him.

“Two birds with one stone, mm?” He offers, moving to walk by Neron to grab his glass and down the rest of its contents, before moving to the back door and producing a key. A bit of fiddling and rearranging for the hidden entrance has the key hole perfectly aligned and Sunjata slips the key in, unlocking it and stepping inside.

There’s not much to write home about inside. A fireplace that’s unused sits in the corner, a bit of dust coating a desk in the center, a couch off to the side, a few bookcases and shelves with trinkets. He waits for Neron to enter before closing up behind them again and moving to the desk to wipe off the dirt. “This is what’s in the room.” He offers, turning to lean against the desk, arms folded, gaze following Neron as he lifts his horned head.

don't be scared of the tide, just prepare for the ride
as you float, you float, you float