// and you took me down, and what a slow fall, but what i needed to be right here
and for one, it seems that i've found, that all the answers were all so clear //
and for one, it seems that i've found, that all the answers were all so clear //
It’s his turn to think long and hard, a brow raised toward his friend as he speaks of dream walking, a brief moment as he clenches his jaw and considers the implications of such a thing. “I imagine you wouldn’t be a fan of my dreams.” He rumbles with a bit of a laugh, trying to block out whatever horror Ronin had seen. He’d had many nightmares, the swim test, his trial, Lusea’s death.
But he tears his gaze away from the Star, brows drawn together as he tries to filter through the black of memory before something sticks out. Pancakes, that shouldn’t be there, a foot stuck in a large piece of driftwood that he’d had help getting out, an argument with his father while Sunjata had attempted to placate the situation. His head tilts when he looks back to Ronin, puffing out a loud breath in surprise. “Was it you that yelled at my father? And… Did we make... Pancakes?” There’s something boyish about the crooked smile that crosses his face, something thankful.
But he tears his gaze away from the Star, brows drawn together as he tries to filter through the black of memory before something sticks out. Pancakes, that shouldn’t be there, a foot stuck in a large piece of driftwood that he’d had help getting out, an argument with his father while Sunjata had attempted to placate the situation. His head tilts when he looks back to Ronin, puffing out a loud breath in surprise. “Was it you that yelled at my father? And… Did we make... Pancakes?” There’s something boyish about the crooked smile that crosses his face, something thankful.
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.
