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’s gone about as quickly as it arrives, which leaves Sunjata to try and relax a fraction – his shoulders loosening slightly as he turns back to Lilliane with her question, drifting closer toward her when she speaks, her question airing into the cool temple air between them. “Sure.” He supplies quickly, stepping over toward her as she procures a piece of paper and the writing coal, taking them from her with a flash a smile before he spreads it out onto the notice board – given it’s a flat surface – and starts to sketch out the little map of directions.
His handwriting is slightly scratchy, but well written (part of a royal upbringing), and with little diagrams he details out how to get from the Grounds to the Feverlands, to those sunshine pools that he’s flown over time and time again but has rarely found the time to stop at and inspect. But once it’s done, he withdraws, wiping the coal from the utensil onto his dark pants, before offering the paper back to her. “I’m not sure where exactly within the pools the deity is, but there should be a fair amount of people to help guide you there.” He waits momentarily just in case she has any further questions, before he steps back and out of invading her space.
His handwriting is slightly scratchy, but well written (part of a royal upbringing), and with little diagrams he details out how to get from the Grounds to the Feverlands, to those sunshine pools that he’s flown over time and time again but has rarely found the time to stop at and inspect. But once it’s done, he withdraws, wiping the coal from the utensil onto his dark pants, before offering the paper back to her. “I’m not sure where exactly within the pools the deity is, but there should be a fair amount of people to help guide you there.” He waits momentarily just in case she has any further questions, before he steps back and out of invading her space.
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.
