SUNJATA
the flood
“Hm.” Sunjata debates whether the mill would work, what all would go into it – his head cocking to the side as he regards Darkeye yet doesn’t, his attention drawn to the imaginative space within his mind, trying to plan and work it based off of Darkeye’s drawings. “I suppose it would depend on whether the safe haven’s boundaries would affect anything coming into it from the outside.” If the border went over the water, would it effect the currents of the river that drift through it?
Of course, he wouldn’t know without speaking to Frey about the intricacies. “I do agree about taking advantage of the trees here, though.” To haul it from outside of the borders of the safe haven so that the inside could be carefully crafted to help sustain them for however long the war rampages on.
Leaning forward now, a plume of a cloud from his breath leaves the Flood as he peers at the samples brought. “All very good ideas, Darkeye.” He rumbles, flashing another smile up at the man before settling back in his chair, running a hand through his shorter crop of hair. “Let’s plan on that and perhaps a corner we can rotate for wheat.” And of course, the spaces for the herbs required for healing and medicines. "I'll work on putting some things together as well. I'm staying in my bar, the VlamVloed, if you need me as well."
And with that, Sunjata gathers his things, flashes Darkeye an easy parting smile, and departs back into the chill of winter toward his current home.
- FIN <333
Of course, he wouldn’t know without speaking to Frey about the intricacies. “I do agree about taking advantage of the trees here, though.” To haul it from outside of the borders of the safe haven so that the inside could be carefully crafted to help sustain them for however long the war rampages on.
Leaning forward now, a plume of a cloud from his breath leaves the Flood as he peers at the samples brought. “All very good ideas, Darkeye.” He rumbles, flashing another smile up at the man before settling back in his chair, running a hand through his shorter crop of hair. “Let’s plan on that and perhaps a corner we can rotate for wheat.” And of course, the spaces for the herbs required for healing and medicines. "I'll work on putting some things together as well. I'm staying in my bar, the VlamVloed, if you need me as well."
And with that, Sunjata gathers his things, flashes Darkeye an easy parting smile, and departs back into the chill of winter toward his current home.
- FIN <333
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
