SUNJATA
His head shakes in a small amount of confusion as she asks him if he’s made one. Honestly, the poor man has no idea what snow even is, and his brows furrow in further confusion. But he watches her as she becomes animated when she speaks of it, smiling softly as she explains and draws on his chest. He tries to imagine it, the sticks in place of the arms and charcoal for eyes and buttons. He chuckles to her as she finishes her explanation. “Okay, but Phoebe...” He pauses, sitting up slightly. “What’s snow?” He asks with another chuckle. It doesn’t come often to him to hear of something he doesn’t understand, but finds it’s hard to avoid if there’s so many people coming from different worlds. His brow raises in a silent question.
not yet corpses,
still we rot
still we rot
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.
