Once again, Maea may find herself bewildered by Danta, because the Maverick can think of nothing more entertaining than catching a harmless (well, mostly, look at the horns and propensity for headbutting) creature, flipping it over and shearing off all of its wool before sending it prancing off, naked, into the wilderness again. "Uh, yes," he says enthusiastically, glancing at her a couple of times as if wondering if she's being serious or just messing with him.
Alas, the conversation moves swiftly on to more iMpOrTaNT things, and Danta stretches his arms above his head as he listens, brows furrowed. "Gravity and air," he repeats. Right. Both things definitely easy to come across. "Fire and disintegration is about all I can say for certain," he admits. "I remember a few Ancients back in the old days having other magic, maybe? Not air, though. I don't think, anyway."
But who knows - things are changing in The Climb, so perhaps they are changing with the Ancients, too.
"Come on," Danta suggests, nodding at the herd of remaining pyrina. "They look like they're going to charge us any second. Let's head home."
Alas, the conversation moves swiftly on to more iMpOrTaNT things, and Danta stretches his arms above his head as he listens, brows furrowed. "Gravity and air," he repeats. Right. Both things definitely easy to come across. "Fire and disintegration is about all I can say for certain," he admits. "I remember a few Ancients back in the old days having other magic, maybe? Not air, though. I don't think, anyway."
But who knows - things are changing in The Climb, so perhaps they are changing with the Ancients, too.
"Come on," Danta suggests, nodding at the herd of remaining pyrina. "They look like they're going to charge us any second. Let's head home."
Dantalion
put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
