SUNJATA
the flood
with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away
tip toe further away
He is true to his word, meeting Sunjata at the House of Midnight. The space is warm, fires enveloping the space in the building so that when Danta enters, he should be met with a brunt of heat. It’s Sunjata’s goal, to make sure the space stays warm and inviting, even if one didn’t participate in the rooms and spending a night with someone else, perhaps they’d at least enjoy a bite to eat and a drink.
Either way, the second that Dantalion arrives, Sunjata’s made aware, and with the warmth he doesn’t need to wear any jackets or sweaters right now – simply appearing before the Ground’s new leader in nothing more than a pair of jeans, boots, and a navy blue short sleeved shirt. “Hello Dantalion.” He rumbles with his thicker accent, the smile he greets him with is bright, even if a bit lopsided because of the scar, but he reaches out with a hand to try and guide Dantalion toward the bar and food, through the slightly smaller crowd than there had been during Leafchange, but still busy enough. “Glad you could make it. Are you hungry? Do you want a drink?” He trails off, waiting to see what the Ancient might prefer, while also allowing him any choices within to take a seat and relax and warm up.
Even the spaces by the fireplace are open, most people wanting to sit a bit further away from the radiating heat.
Either way, the second that Dantalion arrives, Sunjata’s made aware, and with the warmth he doesn’t need to wear any jackets or sweaters right now – simply appearing before the Ground’s new leader in nothing more than a pair of jeans, boots, and a navy blue short sleeved shirt. “Hello Dantalion.” He rumbles with his thicker accent, the smile he greets him with is bright, even if a bit lopsided because of the scar, but he reaches out with a hand to try and guide Dantalion toward the bar and food, through the slightly smaller crowd than there had been during Leafchange, but still busy enough. “Glad you could make it. Are you hungry? Do you want a drink?” He trails off, waiting to see what the Ancient might prefer, while also allowing him any choices within to take a seat and relax and warm up.
Even the spaces by the fireplace are open, most people wanting to sit a bit further away from the radiating heat.
further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
i'm no savior, i'm no saint
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.
