if there's one thing the gods love, it's tragedy
He nods slowly to Sam’s comment of a place where they could co exist, though he mulls it over with brows that inch together momentarily. “Honestly it sounds like the Grounds.” Provided they could get rid of the connotation to it. But the people in the Grounds that weren’t Ascended had grown up their entire lives with the Ascended around them. The rest? Took some time to get used to it all, and with the words of the Order and other places that they trusted more? Well… That explains that, he assumes.
“Nate might be interested.” He tilts his head slightly, avianlike in nature as he considers the options laid out. “What about the Warden of Halo? I heard she went to help in the Grounds?” He suggests, raising a brow. “And perhaps those who’s loved ones returned after the Festival of Lights as Ascended?” Perhaps their allegiances had changed with something that directly would affect them?
As for the Order, Sunjata’s gaze snaps to Sam’s with a slight grimace. “Unfortunately.” He sighs, reaching up to rub at the scar along his face. “I don’t know much but… What would you like to know?”
“Nate might be interested.” He tilts his head slightly, avianlike in nature as he considers the options laid out. “What about the Warden of Halo? I heard she went to help in the Grounds?” He suggests, raising a brow. “And perhaps those who’s loved ones returned after the Festival of Lights as Ascended?” Perhaps their allegiances had changed with something that directly would affect them?
As for the Order, Sunjata’s gaze snaps to Sam’s with a slight grimace. “Unfortunately.” He sighs, reaching up to rub at the scar along his face. “I don’t know much but… What would you like to know?”
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.
