"Shear them?" Crouched over the pyrina, having been able to take some wool to rub it curiously between his fingers, Danta raises an eyebrow across at Maea. He's never been around sheep, given that he was brought up in The Climb and until recently none existed up here, and the idea of shearing them is quaint and quite frankly fascinating. (And it will continue to be so, until people find him chasing the pyrina around armed with wicked-sharp scissors, of course).
Shrugging, since there are clearly enough of the creatures around that they won't be going anywhere any time soon, the Maverick rises slowly to his feet and flicks the bit of black wool away. "Mm? No, I don't think so. Kia usually pins important things to my desk with a knife." You know, so he's entertained enough to look at them, gods bless her. "Did they say what?" he asks, weakness wise. And more importantly, is it fire?
Shrugging, since there are clearly enough of the creatures around that they won't be going anywhere any time soon, the Maverick rises slowly to his feet and flicks the bit of black wool away. "Mm? No, I don't think so. Kia usually pins important things to my desk with a knife." You know, so he's entertained enough to look at them, gods bless her. "Did they say what?" he asks, weakness wise. And more importantly, is it fire?
Dantalion
put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
