// the edge is getting closer, it's a long spiral down. it's so fun to fly 'til you hit the ground
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
i think i'm getting too close, i think i'm getting too close //
They make it to the back of the Halenani, and Sunjata’s gaze flickers to Nate as she announces that they can leave the cart there. Still, he can’t do much until she’s unbuckled him, and the nyala moves to step out of the harness and ties before he shakes out and carefully avoids Edmund’s hands as he reaches out for him. But it doesn’t take long for Sunjata to shift back into himself, to find his space on the opposite side of the cart only to make sure they hadn’t lost anything along the way.
And when she asks him to thank Nate for the gift, the steel gaze rises to meet her once more – his face a stony mask of what it had been previously, a mask his father might have even been proud of. “I’ll tell him.” Though truthfully, he can’t remember what the gift was, the timing of it being given and everything that had happened with Haai made it seem next to impossible to recall for him what exactly it was.
But he moves to reach into the cart to grab his bags, the one specifically with the tapestry made in memory of Haai that he pulls onto his shoulder first, followed by the rest of the supplies he’d needed. “Is that everything?” He asks, his gaze seeking out her face again.
And when she asks him to thank Nate for the gift, the steel gaze rises to meet her once more – his face a stony mask of what it had been previously, a mask his father might have even been proud of. “I’ll tell him.” Though truthfully, he can’t remember what the gift was, the timing of it being given and everything that had happened with Haai made it seem next to impossible to recall for him what exactly it was.
But he moves to reach into the cart to grab his bags, the one specifically with the tapestry made in memory of Haai that he pulls onto his shoulder first, followed by the rest of the supplies he’d needed. “Is that everything?” He asks, his gaze seeking out her face again.
it's hard to get to heaven with my head in my hands
SUNJATA
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.
