// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Wreathed in fire as if it's a garment as fine as any shirt Asta might have commissioned for him to wear, Danta is just as content as he heads back out onto the path, glancing over his shoulder in time to spot Astaroth drawing up beside him. With a flick of his tail he peers out towards the wagon marked roads in the near distance, and it's an easy decision for him to make. "I think we've seen enough inns for a while," he says, "so unless you've any objection, let's commit to getting home?"
They can take a cart or carriage at least part of the way even if they change their mind, after all, and it's only a few minutes of walking before one rumbles along. Hailing it down and offering a few glassy chunks of obsidian and a ruby that he'd kept in his pocket for trade, Danta hops into the back of the cart and pats the wood for Asta to come and take a seat as well. He might have to extinguish the fire, alas, but they don't want to burn their ride down, do they?
They can take a cart or carriage at least part of the way even if they change their mind, after all, and it's only a few minutes of walking before one rumbles along. Hailing it down and offering a few glassy chunks of obsidian and a ruby that he'd kept in his pocket for trade, Danta hops into the back of the cart and pats the wood for Asta to come and take a seat as well. He might have to extinguish the fire, alas, but they don't want to burn their ride down, do they?
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
