I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Whatever Edmund's hunch, Danta has not had time, alas, to craft a statue of their beloved mother to stand alongside the Voice. (But that's a great idea, and there's always time later). But no, as the fireplaces are expertly cleaned out and lit with fresh kindling, there's no doubt that the Temple does start to look cozier and more welcoming even without extra additions.
But there are extra additions.
Having recruited a few others from outside to help him carry everything in, the Ancient arrives with a cast-iron fire bowl and a low pedestal for it to stand upon. Setting it up before the statue and its offerings, he offers a broad smile to both his fellow Ancient and to (poor, poor) Tal. "I thought something like this would be good for a centrepiece," he announces, withdrawing a sleek blade from his back pocket.
"But you know, it wouldn't really be for Dygra without spilling a little blood." So saying, he nicks the back of his hand and lets a few drips of thick crimson coat the inside of the bowl.
Be dearies and bleed into the fire bowl, won't you? (Or make your excuses, whatever. Danta won't be crushed or anything).
But there are extra additions.
Having recruited a few others from outside to help him carry everything in, the Ancient arrives with a cast-iron fire bowl and a low pedestal for it to stand upon. Setting it up before the statue and its offerings, he offers a broad smile to both his fellow Ancient and to (poor, poor) Tal. "I thought something like this would be good for a centrepiece," he announces, withdrawing a sleek blade from his back pocket.
"But you know, it wouldn't really be for Dygra without spilling a little blood." So saying, he nicks the back of his hand and lets a few drips of thick crimson coat the inside of the bowl.
Be dearies and bleed into the fire bowl, won't you? (Or make your excuses, whatever. Danta won't be crushed or anything).
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
