in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Sounds like I'm better off not knowing who she was, to be honest," Danta continues, finishing off his first drink and already feeling better for it, i.e. ready to indulge in whatever else the evening might bring. "I know a lot of the newer Ancients used to be, uh... Arrested? Assisted?" Way to butcher the name of a race, Danta. "Anyway - they all seem a lot happier now." Which is true, actually, and he's only just realised it himself.
Trying to sit cross-legged on his barstool to be more comfortable - a feat that's decidedly adventurous given his long legs, Danta snorts at Tal's question. "If she's not answering their prayers they should focus on being the sort of person she will answer," he says plainly, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't care if people want to put whatever shrines in their own regions, but.... well, the Grounds only had a shrine to Dygra after the war. And that means something, I think."
It means she's better than everyone else. Duh.
Trying to sit cross-legged on his barstool to be more comfortable - a feat that's decidedly adventurous given his long legs, Danta snorts at Tal's question. "If she's not answering their prayers they should focus on being the sort of person she will answer," he says plainly, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't care if people want to put whatever shrines in their own regions, but.... well, the Grounds only had a shrine to Dygra after the war. And that means something, I think."
It means she's better than everyone else. Duh.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
