SUNJATA
the flood
It most certainly does place him in an awkward position – quite a terrible one, if you ask him. But it’s all that he can seem to think about anymore – the impending war, of sides drawn, of choices that would be made and alliances that would be broken despite his desperate attempts to remain in the middle. The starry tattoos that mark his arms that shift and glimmer to match the Greatwood’s stars are a good example of that.
The rest of it, though? The bargaining? Well, he hums a quiet thank you, how he hopes that it does too. Though future him will look back on this and realize just how stupid it sounded when he’d offered it up in the first place – that bit of information of bargains and what not. So he focuses on the Greatwod and what their plans were, imagining that much like his own there was little any of them could do about it.
He’s correct in that assumption, nodding quietly as he considers her words. “That’s understandable.” He murmurs, despite the fact that he doesn’t like the Greatwood involved in this. He supposes much like Juniper, none of them would get a choice. And the Greatwood Fae were fighters, from what he knew, perhaps that was as good a reason as any to claim vengeance.
Who was he to judge that? After all, hadn’t he just done the same with his father?
“I’m hoping to be able to guide Torchline into a better decision for it, but… Given that the gods were trapped for so long, I’m not sure which way they’d lean. If they’d go for the Old Gods or for the Voice.” He reaches up to run a hand through his hair, chewing on his cheek gently as he considers it. “Perhaps it’ll be a mixed bag like the Greatwood.” To this, a small snort is emitted. “Do you think the Fae’s views on the Ascended might change under the idea of a Trial?” Of the event they had spoken of before. He wonders if it would even be safe for them to travel the boarders after – or even during if they weren’t one of the Ascended directly involved.
The rest of it, though? The bargaining? Well, he hums a quiet thank you, how he hopes that it does too. Though future him will look back on this and realize just how stupid it sounded when he’d offered it up in the first place – that bit of information of bargains and what not. So he focuses on the Greatwod and what their plans were, imagining that much like his own there was little any of them could do about it.
He’s correct in that assumption, nodding quietly as he considers her words. “That’s understandable.” He murmurs, despite the fact that he doesn’t like the Greatwood involved in this. He supposes much like Juniper, none of them would get a choice. And the Greatwood Fae were fighters, from what he knew, perhaps that was as good a reason as any to claim vengeance.
Who was he to judge that? After all, hadn’t he just done the same with his father?
“I’m hoping to be able to guide Torchline into a better decision for it, but… Given that the gods were trapped for so long, I’m not sure which way they’d lean. If they’d go for the Old Gods or for the Voice.” He reaches up to run a hand through his hair, chewing on his cheek gently as he considers it. “Perhaps it’ll be a mixed bag like the Greatwood.” To this, a small snort is emitted. “Do you think the Fae’s views on the Ascended might change under the idea of a Trial?” Of the event they had spoken of before. He wonders if it would even be safe for them to travel the boarders after – or even during if they weren’t one of the Ascended directly involved.
did you get out all of that angry passion?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
is it still formin'? Has it started to torture you?
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.
