the first cut was the deepest, but it healed up whole
He certainly doesn’t see the arrival of a hawk on the wind. But he does notice Ronin – his steel gaze scanning him as if in a bit of apprehension, uncertainty lingering for the moment in the unsteady beat of his heart. Though, despite what had happened between them, he likes to think he still knows Ronin to an extent. That perhaps this would be of mutual benefit, for anyone that he knew that wished to be protected and safe. But his gaze flickers away immediately to find Isla with the dark parasol over her shoulder, a bright smile shot his way that alleviates and cuts through any lingering worry due to the arrival of the leader of Stormbreak.
“I will be hosting another one of these events in the Wilds in case those that are here have any questions they think up later. For now, though, we need to build. I appreciate the help, as always. It’s quite an undertaking.” A nod is given Isla’s way, a soft smile shot back to her before looking back out to the crowd.
He takes a deep breath, straightens up his shoulders a bit. “If any of you know anyone inclined to help and I’m no longer here in Torchline, a raven sent to the Grounds should find me. For now, though, we intend to make the safe haven wholly self-sufficient. I’ve planned a rotation of crops and with the help of a man named Darkeye, we intend to get it to function as any city would without the help of magic to move things along. Again, it’s an adjustment, but we can do it.”
He pauses again, sending out little feelers to the crowd as he waits for any more potential questions. And if none come, well, he’s at the very least spread the word.
“I will be hosting another one of these events in the Wilds in case those that are here have any questions they think up later. For now, though, we need to build. I appreciate the help, as always. It’s quite an undertaking.” A nod is given Isla’s way, a soft smile shot back to her before looking back out to the crowd.
He takes a deep breath, straightens up his shoulders a bit. “If any of you know anyone inclined to help and I’m no longer here in Torchline, a raven sent to the Grounds should find me. For now, though, we intend to make the safe haven wholly self-sufficient. I’ve planned a rotation of crops and with the help of a man named Darkeye, we intend to get it to function as any city would without the help of magic to move things along. Again, it’s an adjustment, but we can do it.”
He pauses again, sending out little feelers to the crowd as he waits for any more potential questions. And if none come, well, he’s at the very least spread the word.
the flood
and the next one was a soft touch, but i bled out below
totally sniped from odd ilu
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.
