[SE] it's the heat that drives the light

idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword

"People don't think when they're drunk. It's weird, though - you'd have expected them to just throw it all in the bonfire, right?" He glances over his shoulder and her and shakes his head, uncomprehending. Fire could purify anything, at least in his books. Still, the uncertainty melts back into a fanged and victorious grin to hear that Charlie is already taking his ideas into account, Danta nodding his approval.

"In which case, then, I can't wait, to see what you come up with," he tells her, rumbling the cart back into the square and towards the Temple, the glow of the bonfire able to reach them even from here. "The next one..." Turning into the fire that kisses his cheeks automatically, it takes the Maverick a few moments to think. "I suppose it would be the Festival of Lights, in Leafchange," he says. "The Ludo holiday? There was a blood moon my first Longheat back here, but I haven't seen one since."

Which, boooooo.

Anyway - with the Temple and the debris gathered to one side of it in sight, Danta lets his steps slow so Charlie can hop down if she likes.

Dantalion

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door