// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
He’s rationalized it by claiming it’s soul searching, to come back to Torchline for a moment, to retrieve a few more things from the house and to collect a few more of Haai’s things to bring to King’s End. He’s found a few feathers, a few of her iridescent ones left behind, not entirely sure where he’s heading after until he ends up there.
It’s the port, about midday, the pale Deepfrost sun beating down overhead when he slips into a shop with his three feathers in hand. And what he asks of the merchant is easy, a wall decoration of sorts that he can take with him back to the house he and Nate had built, an attempt at making a memorial. The merchant says it shouldn’t take long and Sunjata doesn’t want to stray too far away, so he slips out, searching the rest of the shops for blankets and supplies for the chill of Deepfrost now that he’s living in a place already dusted with snow.
It’s the port, about midday, the pale Deepfrost sun beating down overhead when he slips into a shop with his three feathers in hand. And what he asks of the merchant is easy, a wall decoration of sorts that he can take with him back to the house he and Nate had built, an attempt at making a memorial. The merchant says it shouldn’t take long and Sunjata doesn’t want to stray too far away, so he slips out, searching the rest of the shops for blankets and supplies for the chill of Deepfrost now that he’s living in a place already dusted with snow.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
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.
