playing with a stick of dynamite

We're riding 'round this carousel, getting dizzy 'til we're sick

Sunjata also knew his power well, yet he also knows the answer to the question that she asks, the one that’s whispered yet the gilded earring in his ear allowing him to hear clear enough. “No. Only because of Ronin.” And because of his interactions with Ronin that spurred so much hate between the two – something that Sunjata doesn’t know how to approach, something he hoped he never had to, and yet here they were.

He turns slightly back toward Fangorn, summoning more water to offer for the puddle given that the heat is easily dissipating the puddle he’d created before, and when he turns back to Melita and the meat she’s cooking, he finds himself frowning, shrugging a shoulder, the uncertainty clearly written on his face. “Just… Whatever Frey asks of me now. I’ll stay in the Grounds with Nate until he’s back so that he’s got access to the shrines whenever he’ll need them. Aside from that? Taking care of your cousins.” He sighs quietly, feeling like the idea sounded so simple but knowing his track record, it would likely end up far more difficult.

the flood

Love is like a circle, there's no easy way to end

totally sniped from odd ilu