when the world turns upside down, you should blame it on me
He should have waited, perhaps, but it eats at him as all things do, Sunjata focused so intensely on the path ahead that he only turns his attention as she rummages through her bag, nodding in understanding that she hadn’t tried it yet. And before she can grab those poison bird feathers from her pack, he’s off ruining the day again. Her voice is quiet and worried and Sunjata’s stomach drops, scales coating his shoulders and neck again. He still doesn’t know how to word it in a way that doesn’t make it seem awful.
“Things at home will be tense for a bit. I’m glad you’re taking the trip on the Ark.” He wholeheartedly hopes it goes well for her. “Nate came back from the Grounds different, but… I’ll let him tell you what happened.” He doesn’t need to stick his fingers in there and muck it up too when they should be proud of him for how huge he has become.
“And I made a deal with Safrin.” He finally takes his gaze away, stepping over a large branch or old vine — it's hard for him to tell. “And when you come back in Longheat, you might have a cousin to meet.” He says this part quieter, letting the humid air pour in around them, choking off his words easily so she can take it all in.
“Things at home will be tense for a bit. I’m glad you’re taking the trip on the Ark.” He wholeheartedly hopes it goes well for her. “Nate came back from the Grounds different, but… I’ll let him tell you what happened.” He doesn’t need to stick his fingers in there and muck it up too when they should be proud of him for how huge he has become.
“And I made a deal with Safrin.” He finally takes his gaze away, stepping over a large branch or old vine — it's hard for him to tell. “And when you come back in Longheat, you might have a cousin to meet.” He says this part quieter, letting the humid air pour in around them, choking off his words easily so she can take it all in.
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.
