my heart and soul were never mine to own, what do you care to die for?
This isn’t at all how Sunjata had expected the day to go so far. If only because he’d assumed it was a joke and now that he was here, it’s definitely a group, definitely an event of sorts, and gods does it put him on edge. Just like everything did nowadays. He checks his pocket for the illusion stone, just to make sure it’s there and to offer some comfort for him, and when it does his gaze flickers back to Nate once he’s dragged over to stand with Nikolai and someone they don’t recognize but that Nate seems to know.
Which is good enough for him, all things considered.
He looks at his bucket and tries to decide what would be best to make, making sure the gloves are on his hands nice and tight so that he doesn’t end up with soggy gloves by the end of it, his steel gaze dancing to Nate with the spark of a small smile tugging on his scarred lip. “Here goes nothing, let’s hope it becomes something.” The rhyme is easy and gentle, somewhat playful in the way Sunjata gets to work – beginning to scoop the snow out and mold it into something.
He doesn’t have a lot of snow, but the amount he has certainly lends itself to being enough for a snow statue of a bird – not just any bird, one of his shifts.
Sunjata rhymes and uses his snow to make a snow statue of his macaw shift!
Which is good enough for him, all things considered.
He looks at his bucket and tries to decide what would be best to make, making sure the gloves are on his hands nice and tight so that he doesn’t end up with soggy gloves by the end of it, his steel gaze dancing to Nate with the spark of a small smile tugging on his scarred lip. “Here goes nothing, let’s hope it becomes something.” The rhyme is easy and gentle, somewhat playful in the way Sunjata gets to work – beginning to scoop the snow out and mold it into something.
He doesn’t have a lot of snow, but the amount he has certainly lends itself to being enough for a snow statue of a bird – not just any bird, one of his shifts.
Sunjata rhymes and uses his snow to make a snow statue of his macaw shift!
we die alone, we'll all die young
what do you care to die for? what do you care to die from?
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.
