in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Horrifying, a simple yet apt description of life when Longnight monsters still rampaged, might have been enough to have anyone grow solemn and sober as a result of the revelation. Of course, though, this is Danta, and so it's with a mere raise of his eyebrows and a faint smile that he accepts Deimos's description, setting aside his empty mug and ordering another drink. (Not a coffee this time, but something sweet and mulled and hot).
His smile growing to hear approval for the bonfire burning brightly at the centre of the Inner Quarter, Danta shakes his head in affirmation of the Sword's question. "Never," he confirms. "I petitioned Dygra for help to make it. Weather, temperature, it doesn't matter - it'll stay burning, and it needs no fuel. Deepfrost ought to be a lot easier for us this year."
His smile growing to hear approval for the bonfire burning brightly at the centre of the Inner Quarter, Danta shakes his head in affirmation of the Sword's question. "Never," he confirms. "I petitioned Dygra for help to make it. Weather, temperature, it doesn't matter - it'll stay burning, and it needs no fuel. Deepfrost ought to be a lot easier for us this year."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
