// 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 //
The walk continues and Sunjata listens as Maeve responds – the mention of weekly deliveries is a good idea, but as for needing some right now? It sounds like he will be hauling. Which is fine, he doesn’t particularly care one way or another, but as he goes to speak and respond, Edmund has tugged at a curl of his hair and Sunjata’s gaze and head angles toward the child with a raise of his brow. “Good morning Edmund.” He finally decides – despite the fact it isn’t morning. It’s a bit of a drawled out greeting, knowing he’d been awake but Sunjata hadn’t quite acknowledged the child.
Hopefully that would suffice enough.
As for the rest of it, though, the path they take winds through dispersing crowds as the sun sets, dipping everything in a pale purple and golden hue – reflecting in Sunjata’s steel to match the colors of the sky with surprising ease. “I can haul some back to the Halenani.” He offers finally, gaze finding Maeve to see if she’d prefer that.
Hopefully that would suffice enough.
As for the rest of it, though, the path they take winds through dispersing crowds as the sun sets, dipping everything in a pale purple and golden hue – reflecting in Sunjata’s steel to match the colors of the sky with surprising ease. “I can haul some back to the Halenani.” He offers finally, gaze finding Maeve to see if she’d prefer that.
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.
