bang bang bang

idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword

"You don't, do you?" Tilting his head, Danta smiles softly at the realisation; the butcher doesn't ever switch off unless it's the time and place for it, let alone falling asleep out in the middle of nowhere. Choosing to take it as a compliment, he grins to hear Asta's approval of his new venture, hopping over a couple of brambly vines until they reach the wagon trail and the open sky. "Now that's an idea. I imagine something like that is probably in demand anyway."

Based on the number of hunters (monsters and game) that the Grounds possesses, there can never be too many lodges or outposts or places to stay. For now, though, it's walking until they can get the attention of a wagon (or not, depending on whether one appears) and enjoying the stars in the meantime. "Mm?" Grinning and turning his head into the affection, Danta nods and drags his gaze away from the stars above.

"Yeah, it is. I never appreciated how much the light from The Climb ruined the view." With constant lava flow and fire from Ancients, light pollution had been quite high in their old home. Here, though? Danta can almost understand why so many people turn to Safrin.

Dantalion

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door