// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Grinning broadly at his friend, in any other circumstance Danta would likely do exactly that for no other reason than to be a bag of shit. Alas, that will have to wait for another occasion, and the Maverick forces thoughts of capsules full of lightning from his mind in lieu of the man before him. (Something that is easily done these days, if he's honest). Dropping his hand and stepping back from Asta completely now, Danta lets the fire die around them properly.
"The inn it is. Won't be as nice as the rooms at the Dusklight, but they'll do," he says easily enough, giving the butcher another once over before he steps in wordlessly to slip against Asta's side so the other man might not have to bear his own weight so much for the journey ahead. If nothing else, too, it will allow the other man to set the pace without risking lagging behind.
Regardless, it's a longer trek than it ought to be to the inn on the outskirts of the Levinsward, but eventually it does come into view; a little place called The Sparkbird's Nest with a few lightning scars marking the stone and people coming and going through the doors.
"The inn it is. Won't be as nice as the rooms at the Dusklight, but they'll do," he says easily enough, giving the butcher another once over before he steps in wordlessly to slip against Asta's side so the other man might not have to bear his own weight so much for the journey ahead. If nothing else, too, it will allow the other man to set the pace without risking lagging behind.
Regardless, it's a longer trek than it ought to be to the inn on the outskirts of the Levinsward, but eventually it does come into view; a little place called The Sparkbird's Nest with a few lightning scars marking the stone and people coming and going through the doors.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
