// 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 //
“Glad to hear it.” Sunjata rumbles, finally getting within Edmund’s space for a more casual conversation rather than having to shout over the distance. His gaze flickers around the little camp he’s made, before returning to the young man’s at precisely the time that Edmund is scanning him, as if searching for anything amiss. Of course, he is always charmed by the amount of concern the young Ancient has over the Flood, but for the second time they’ve met, Sunjata’s been surprisingly good.
He gives Edmund an easier smile, one to alleviate any concerns the man might have. “Good. King’s End is livable now and I’m thinking about investing into it.” A small way of saying he’s going to seek leadership of it, to rule and run the place to make it exactly what he wanted. And with it having been a space of the Wilds before, well, it just meant he got to build it from the ground up. “How about you?”
He gives Edmund an easier smile, one to alleviate any concerns the man might have. “Good. King’s End is livable now and I’m thinking about investing into it.” A small way of saying he’s going to seek leadership of it, to rule and run the place to make it exactly what he wanted. And with it having been a space of the Wilds before, well, it just meant he got to build it from the ground up. “How about you?”
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.
