SUNJATA
the flood
“Excuse me, Deepfrost is a long season.” Sunjata protests playfully. And besides, at home he could definitely get in the practice. It isn’t like he’ll be doing much else aside from that. He does lean in with the secret though, slipping toward Ronin as if it’s one of the most important secrets he’s about to be told. It isn’t, really, but it amuses him nonetheless, especially the innuendo. His nose wrinkles and he chuckles a bright sound, leaning back and shaking his head. “Yeah maybe.” He huffs with a roll of his eyes.
“Spice makers, I don’t know.” He says, meaning the mysterious they he’d mentioned. As for a good spot and making it himself he can only think of all the possibilities it would bring for far more delicious treats. Ronin has his attention now, the attuned shifting in his seat a bit as if he might be ready to go immediately. “Sign me up.” He beams at his friend and the dragonling. “I’ve been craving it lately.”
“Spice makers, I don’t know.” He says, meaning the mysterious they he’d mentioned. As for a good spot and making it himself he can only think of all the possibilities it would bring for far more delicious treats. Ronin has his attention now, the attuned shifting in his seat a bit as if he might be ready to go immediately. “Sign me up.” He beams at his friend and the dragonling. “I’ve been craving it lately.”
i can tell just what you want // you don't want to be alone
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.
