in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
It does cause a soft raise of an eyebrow, for the words of course I think of you to be swiftly followed by Astaroth's admission that he doesn't know what he's getting himself into, and Danta has to take a moment or two to understand his meaning, his footsteps slow and easy as they stroll through the grasses and avoid the muddier patches to get back onto the trail.
"Why, is Flora not good company? Because if that is the case, I refuse to believe you for a start," he says, keeping his tone casual enough, but he does very much enjoy Flora's brand of chaos. And she had saved Asta's life, after all.
More than glad to find some steadier ground, Danta wrinkles his nose up at the clouds starting to blow in overhead, hoping they might avoid the worst of any random Flowerbirth showers, already scouting for somewhere they might stop for a bit on the way home. "Should have gotten a horse as a companion," he scoffs, shaking his head. Or some kind of sentient umbrella.
"Why, is Flora not good company? Because if that is the case, I refuse to believe you for a start," he says, keeping his tone casual enough, but he does very much enjoy Flora's brand of chaos. And she had saved Asta's life, after all.
More than glad to find some steadier ground, Danta wrinkles his nose up at the clouds starting to blow in overhead, hoping they might avoid the worst of any random Flowerbirth showers, already scouting for somewhere they might stop for a bit on the way home. "Should have gotten a horse as a companion," he scoffs, shaking his head. Or some kind of sentient umbrella.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
