i am on a journey to discover what it's like to be free of all my demons
With the baskets already on the beach, the dragon settles along the sands – claws digging in, steel eyes focused intently on Deimos’ form as he adds more of the baskets to the wagon. He sinks into the sand a bit more, wings shaking off the remnants of the water before spreading out to dry beneath the Leafchange sun, pondering the implications of what Deimos says, trying to think of an answer.
In short, he can’t think of a better idea, but he also knows that he hopes he never sees another white dragon again in his life. No. I don’t. He answers honestly, perhaps a bit sadly. If he didn’t have so much to focus on – with Nate, with the terrible things that were shifting in the air around them that had him on edge almost all seconds of the day, well… He might have been able to think of something. But he doesn’t and he can’t. I’d suggest perhaps the idea of a trade. Something… Gods, it’s terrible to say. Something more appealing to the dragon than Peter and Adam. That might give them a chance, something better for the dragon to hoard.
If nothing else, Sunjata knows intimately now just how much that thought is ingrained into this shift, into himself. What’s his is his, and the world could burn around him for all he cared. And he would tear the world apart to get it back if it were taken.
In short, he can’t think of a better idea, but he also knows that he hopes he never sees another white dragon again in his life. No. I don’t. He answers honestly, perhaps a bit sadly. If he didn’t have so much to focus on – with Nate, with the terrible things that were shifting in the air around them that had him on edge almost all seconds of the day, well… He might have been able to think of something. But he doesn’t and he can’t. I’d suggest perhaps the idea of a trade. Something… Gods, it’s terrible to say. Something more appealing to the dragon than Peter and Adam. That might give them a chance, something better for the dragon to hoard.
If nothing else, Sunjata knows intimately now just how much that thought is ingrained into this shift, into himself. What’s his is his, and the world could burn around him for all he cared. And he would tear the world apart to get it back if it were taken.
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.
