in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"I've heard some people say that apparently these seeds are MaGicAL." Danta wiggles his fingers, which is likely more than enough to give his opinion on the matter. "Still, if they come from some random tree that pops up in the desert, who knows? Maybe there's something to it." Either way, some of those in the Grounds have been planting them out here on the islands - a space arguably as close to the tainted Greatwood as can be without actually setting foot in it.
Still, the Maverick can see the soft, violet hue on the horizon, even over the shield of trees, and he glances about before dropping to his knees in what he evidently considers a suitable space. Setting his bag beside him, he draws out a little trowel (snagged from cart on the way out here, truthfully) and begins to dig in the soft earth. By the time he's finished, there will be dirt on the knees of his wine dark pants and the cuffs of his white shirt, but maybe it will just make him look woodsy.
"So tell me," he trills as he works, flashing a fanged grin at the other man, "how was your latest adventure in Torchline?"
Still, the Maverick can see the soft, violet hue on the horizon, even over the shield of trees, and he glances about before dropping to his knees in what he evidently considers a suitable space. Setting his bag beside him, he draws out a little trowel (snagged from cart on the way out here, truthfully) and begins to dig in the soft earth. By the time he's finished, there will be dirt on the knees of his wine dark pants and the cuffs of his white shirt, but maybe it will just make him look woodsy.
"So tell me," he trills as he works, flashing a fanged grin at the other man, "how was your latest adventure in Torchline?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
