am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
“I believe so, yes.” Asta hums thoughtfully, despite having little to no understanding of whether or not it was around still or what had all changed. A conversation with Kiada was likely important to figure it out – perhaps something that could be made in hand with the current guild so they had a place to stay. “We should ask her.” He agrees, growing a little bit softer as he considers the stars ahead and how different they were in comparison to how they had once looked. He lets Danta continue to peek up at them, an attempt to understand them, before he’s focusing on the statement. “I could teach you a few tricks once we start our starwatching dates?” He muses a little playfully, nosing another affectionate nuzzle into Danta’s cheek before he’s withdrawing to hear the smack of the hammer.
Parting from the Maverick as they approach, the butcher utilizes the fire to try and determine what exactly they’re approaching when he sees the exasperated man doing his best with a wagon full of goods (and thankfully space for the two of them, too). The man perks up to hear Danta’s tone at least, and as Danta’s suggestion hits the air, the butcher’s smile is one of traditional politeness as he straightens up and nods his horned head. “I absolutely believe that is doable.” The man seems quite relieved about it as the butcher sets down his prize of the antlers and the satchel of blade portions to free himself up to pick up some of the weight to make it easier for the man to tighten.
It goes much smoother and there’s plenty of praise from the wagon owner for the quick job they make of it, with small comments about how he’d thought he’d be out here all night trying to fix it just to hopefully get back to the Inner Quarter by night the next day – and that’s provided he didn’t sleep at all.
Parting from the Maverick as they approach, the butcher utilizes the fire to try and determine what exactly they’re approaching when he sees the exasperated man doing his best with a wagon full of goods (and thankfully space for the two of them, too). The man perks up to hear Danta’s tone at least, and as Danta’s suggestion hits the air, the butcher’s smile is one of traditional politeness as he straightens up and nods his horned head. “I absolutely believe that is doable.” The man seems quite relieved about it as the butcher sets down his prize of the antlers and the satchel of blade portions to free himself up to pick up some of the weight to make it easier for the man to tighten.
It goes much smoother and there’s plenty of praise from the wagon owner for the quick job they make of it, with small comments about how he’d thought he’d be out here all night trying to fix it just to hopefully get back to the Inner Quarter by night the next day – and that’s provided he didn’t sleep at all.
Astaroth
come a little closer
