// and i love vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and i
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
saw your mom, she forgot that i existed //
Once more attempting to get a lay of the land and any other potential damage the meteorites have caused, Sunjata’s in his dragon form as he scouts from above. This time it’s easier, the sunlight is bright and vibrant and makes it so much easier to see the changes the land has taken. Thankfully it isn’t much, the snow beginning to melt and reveal the flowers buried beneath as he glides over Meadowreach.
He does, however, spot a small camp which brings his curiosity higher and he drops quickly out of the sky a little ways away, wandering closer in the direction of the young Ancient. When he breaks over the view to be able to see just who it was, Sunjata offers a little wave – pace picking up. “Hey! Didn’t expect you to get here so fast.” He flashes a softer tinged smile Edmund’s way the closer he gets.
He does, however, spot a small camp which brings his curiosity higher and he drops quickly out of the sky a little ways away, wandering closer in the direction of the young Ancient. When he breaks over the view to be able to see just who it was, Sunjata offers a little wave – pace picking up. “Hey! Didn’t expect you to get here so fast.” He flashes a softer tinged smile Edmund’s way the closer he gets.
the flood
// and it's half my fault, but i just like to play the victim //
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.
