SUNJATA
i was never the sharp knife, but i was never the dull mind
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
i was somewhere in between, a thorn, an acquiescent
“It certainly is.” He agrees softly, her sigh eliciting a small frown to tug on his face, waiting for what she has to say next on that subject. “I imagine that’s all it’s ever been.” For a place like this anyway. The Grounds, the rest of Caido ramping up for war to start, hugging their family and friends tight because they’re unsure whether or not they’ll see them again.
Air conditioning is a much easier comment to make, his frown disappearing momentarily toward something of amusement as she chuckles – of course until he’s distracted, focusing on the sudden mist, the laughter that seems to drift away. He isn’t sure if he’s hearing things or not, but given that she agrees with the sound he frowns a bit harder.
Shaking his head, he regards Lilliane before he pushes off the notice board and steps toward the other side of the temple, inspecting it for anything that might be amiss. “No, not typically. At least not this time of year.” But Caido often threw strange things at them regardless of the time, this just reminds him of LongNight which is far enough away that Sunjata would like to not have to think about the memories of that particular time of year.
Air conditioning is a much easier comment to make, his frown disappearing momentarily toward something of amusement as she chuckles – of course until he’s distracted, focusing on the sudden mist, the laughter that seems to drift away. He isn’t sure if he’s hearing things or not, but given that she agrees with the sound he frowns a bit harder.
Shaking his head, he regards Lilliane before he pushes off the notice board and steps toward the other side of the temple, inspecting it for anything that might be amiss. “No, not typically. At least not this time of year.” But Caido often threw strange things at them regardless of the time, this just reminds him of LongNight which is far enough away that Sunjata would like to not have to think about the memories of that particular time of year.
so you said it was for me, when you tried to break me
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
well you can save your breath, i know, i'm not the kind you pray for
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.
