// 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 //
“That you are.” Sunjata murmurs with a soft laugh, resigning himself into pushing away all the plans he has suddenly for the location and just how he intended on going about putting it together in a way that made it a unique place to live and thrive – especially with the refuge so close. Plenty of options to grow and expand, he just needs to narrow it down to a starting point.
Which will happen another day, given the information Edmund tells him of meeting up with his guild by the meteorite site. He nods his understanding, humming a soft sound in his breath but remaining silent as Edmund’s grin sharpens and Sunjata’s attention focuses a bit more intensely on the Ancient, his scarred brow rising.
The offer of training has him snorting, before he nods and straightens up, loosening his arms as if he’s warming up briefly and quickly. “Sure, fine with practicing magic?” He asks, tilting his head playfully.
Which will happen another day, given the information Edmund tells him of meeting up with his guild by the meteorite site. He nods his understanding, humming a soft sound in his breath but remaining silent as Edmund’s grin sharpens and Sunjata’s attention focuses a bit more intensely on the Ancient, his scarred brow rising.
The offer of training has him snorting, before he nods and straightens up, loosening his arms as if he’s warming up briefly and quickly. “Sure, fine with practicing magic?” He asks, tilting his head playfully.
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.
