SUNJATA
the flood
A crooked, boyish grin is shot Vai’s way before he’s moving, reaching into the drawer so he might be able to pull out the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it up, taking a deep inhale as he leans back in the seat. “Of course we do. One hell of a fortress it’ll be.” He teases lightly, lips quirking as he exhales the smoke through his nose, flicking a bit of ash into the ashtray set there.
“A flag?” He repeats, a bout of laughter coloring the air. “I’m positive the fact that a dragon flies there often enough might be an indicator, no? I’m certainly not easy to miss.” A bit of ego, confidence, a wink shot Vai’s way as he goes to drag from the cigarette again, letting the smoke play about the corners of his mouth before he lets it go.
“A flag?” He repeats, a bout of laughter coloring the air. “I’m positive the fact that a dragon flies there often enough might be an indicator, no? I’m certainly not easy to miss.” A bit of ego, confidence, a wink shot Vai’s way as he goes to drag from the cigarette again, letting the smoke play about the corners of his mouth before he lets it go.
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
