right by the entrance you broke, finally reality's taking its hold
He’s glad too. Because if for nothing else, the fact that she hasn’t added more to his plate so far, and while it filled up hers – he’s tired of sharing the plate. He needs enough time to be able to go through his, to figure out the ins and outs of himself for once, to focus on his family – because she’s been to the party. She heard what that voice had said. Two years or less, before his family were either ripped from him or he was forced to make even more of a choice.
Still, the thought manages to bring the ice back into his veins as he swallows more of the rum down to chase it away. “Of course it isn’t like Kamaria.” He comments quietly, observationally. “But I don’t think there’s any harm in asking? I heard Vervain’s child Felix stumbled across a shrine when he was a toddler and suddenly came back a teenager.” He regards her curiously. “And attuned.” Of course, it would depend. But he doesn’t think it’s unreasonable for her to simply go and ask about it.
As for what ideas she has, he moves to lean back again – the hand originally petting Aidon moves to hold the glass, while the other drapes along the back of the couch and he stretches out his long legs, watching as she straightens up. “Correct.” He agrees – something he’s also been worried about. “We had already planned on having the Wren Society and the Clinic open up as options. More would be useful.” He casts a quick glance around the space, before his gaze falls back onto her again. “I can see if Nate might be able to help put together some emergency supplies in the meantime you might be able to keep stored in each room just in case?”
Still, the thought manages to bring the ice back into his veins as he swallows more of the rum down to chase it away. “Of course it isn’t like Kamaria.” He comments quietly, observationally. “But I don’t think there’s any harm in asking? I heard Vervain’s child Felix stumbled across a shrine when he was a toddler and suddenly came back a teenager.” He regards her curiously. “And attuned.” Of course, it would depend. But he doesn’t think it’s unreasonable for her to simply go and ask about it.
As for what ideas she has, he moves to lean back again – the hand originally petting Aidon moves to hold the glass, while the other drapes along the back of the couch and he stretches out his long legs, watching as she straightens up. “Correct.” He agrees – something he’s also been worried about. “We had already planned on having the Wren Society and the Clinic open up as options. More would be useful.” He casts a quick glance around the space, before his gaze falls back onto her again. “I can see if Nate might be able to help put together some emergency supplies in the meantime you might be able to keep stored in each room just in case?”
you're not who you were, but you can't let it go
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
you're not where you're from, but you're always alone
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.
