if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
“Smart plan.” Sunjata offers with another crooked smile, a nod of his head in agreement with her plan to venture to the Wilds. In terms of saving up for Deepfrost, though, his gaze focuses a bit more intently on her, nodding here and there as she expresses what she’s going through. And then a thought occurs to him, one that somewhat ties the conversation all together.
“You should talk to my husband about it.” He begins, his smile brightening a bit. “He and the clinic have been setting things up for Deepfrost, perhaps the two of you could collaborate on something? Help out one another so it’s less hard on you alone?” But his gaze tears away back to the crossbow, to the next conversation that has him chuckling lightly.
He exhales in a quiet sigh, a half smirk shot back toward Ray. “It’s usually jewelry or weaponry for me. I suppose sometimes the two cross.” He offers before stepping forward to get the attention of the merchant.
“You should talk to my husband about it.” He begins, his smile brightening a bit. “He and the clinic have been setting things up for Deepfrost, perhaps the two of you could collaborate on something? Help out one another so it’s less hard on you alone?” But his gaze tears away back to the crossbow, to the next conversation that has him chuckling lightly.
He exhales in a quiet sigh, a half smirk shot back toward Ray. “It’s usually jewelry or weaponry for me. I suppose sometimes the two cross.” He offers before stepping forward to get the attention of the merchant.
with wings that burn and boys who fall
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.
