idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
"No need to apologise," Danta assures him as he leans in, the Maverick stepping in against his side to share his warm and lean up to nose against the line of his jaw. "You were exhausted - you needed it." Still does, if the look of Asta is anything to go by, but they need to get going first. Settling back to glance around at the darkened woodland, Danta draws the fire down low before allowing a few motes of flame to burst back to life around them, illuminating the way they (hopefully?) need to take.
"Alright. So we find a wagon trail and fingers crossed that one comes by pretty soon," he decides with a smile over his shoulder to the butcher, crunching through leaves and trying not to trip over any deadfall. "Then once we get back to town, I commission someone to come out here and build an inn that we can stay in next time. How's that sound?"
Thankfully it doesn't take long for them to find the worn dirt tracks of a road, though it really is pitch black out, even under the blanket of stars, and Danta finds himself staring up at them as they walk as if seeing them properly for the first time in a long while.
"Alright. So we find a wagon trail and fingers crossed that one comes by pretty soon," he decides with a smile over his shoulder to the butcher, crunching through leaves and trying not to trip over any deadfall. "Then once we get back to town, I commission someone to come out here and build an inn that we can stay in next time. How's that sound?"
Thankfully it doesn't take long for them to find the worn dirt tracks of a road, though it really is pitch black out, even under the blanket of stars, and Danta finds himself staring up at them as they walk as if seeing them properly for the first time in a long while.
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
