when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
How’d he guessed? Well, he could say a few things but none of them seem to come out without sounding… Bad, to be honest. It wasn’t anything against Henry, just simply the fact Sunjata loathed the Grounds for the most part – having chosen to stick to Torchline and the warmth and ruggedness it offered rather than the cold barrenness of the Grounds. For what it’s worth though, he supposes it could’ve been much worse. “Lucky guess.” He teases back, finding it the safer alternative, as cigarettes are offered and lit, Sunjata dragging deep from his before they’re on their way toward the tree. A nod is offered to Henry’s understanding, though not much else. What was there to say?
But they’re there at the tree, Sunjata letting the cigarette hang from his lips as he reaches out with a clawed hand to poke at the tree, watching with amusement and laughter as it wiggles and giggles, its boughs fluttering and twitching as if he’d tickled it. His gaze slips back toward Henry just in time to spy the ‘what the-‘, amusement gleaming in the steel of his gaze.
Gods, how he missed surprising people with these things. It seemed nowadays more people knew things about him that even he didn’t know half the time. So he takes it in stride, withdrawing the clawed hand to pull it forward, closer to Henry if the kid wanted to investigate it further. “You attune.” He tips a wink toward Henry – of course, not knowing that the man is attuned. “Then you get more and more shifts and stronger with them. Then you get some fun ones.” The wink offered is still full of amusement as he moves to stand again.
“I’ve got a lot in here.” He openly admits, the clawed hand turning now toward talons of his macaw shift, before shifting to the panther claws. “That one was a dragon.” He informs Henry of the prior shift, the first he’d seen before he’d shown off a little. A big dragon.
But they’re there at the tree, Sunjata letting the cigarette hang from his lips as he reaches out with a clawed hand to poke at the tree, watching with amusement and laughter as it wiggles and giggles, its boughs fluttering and twitching as if he’d tickled it. His gaze slips back toward Henry just in time to spy the ‘what the-‘, amusement gleaming in the steel of his gaze.
Gods, how he missed surprising people with these things. It seemed nowadays more people knew things about him that even he didn’t know half the time. So he takes it in stride, withdrawing the clawed hand to pull it forward, closer to Henry if the kid wanted to investigate it further. “You attune.” He tips a wink toward Henry – of course, not knowing that the man is attuned. “Then you get more and more shifts and stronger with them. Then you get some fun ones.” The wink offered is still full of amusement as he moves to stand again.
“I’ve got a lot in here.” He openly admits, the clawed hand turning now toward talons of his macaw shift, before shifting to the panther claws. “That one was a dragon.” He informs Henry of the prior shift, the first he’d seen before he’d shown off a little. A big dragon.
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.
