SuNjATA
the flood
“Yeah, me neither.” He admits, thinking back on when the last time he’d been to one was. Probably a LongNight a while back in Torchline, but he tries not to dwell on that thought for too long. He focuses instead on stepping over to join her in the sand, looking around at the area they’d picked, subconsciously going through a mental checklist for what Frey had quested him with.
And this was Isla’s choice. So he takes in the tide where it’s at, rocks, any potential crustaceans that might cause a problem. It all filters in and files away, listening as she tells him the book didn’t say, and he huffs a laugh. “Yeah. It should, I think?” He doesn’t know how long it will be until then, or how much they’d have to adjust any sand on top of it to bake in the heat.
He lays back again in the sand, letting the heat warm him, tilting his head toward her. “Check it in twenty minutes maybe?”
And this was Isla’s choice. So he takes in the tide where it’s at, rocks, any potential crustaceans that might cause a problem. It all filters in and files away, listening as she tells him the book didn’t say, and he huffs a laugh. “Yeah. It should, I think?” He doesn’t know how long it will be until then, or how much they’d have to adjust any sand on top of it to bake in the heat.
He lays back again in the sand, letting the heat warm him, tilting his head toward her. “Check it in twenty minutes maybe?”
would you run away with me?
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.
