I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
"Aha," Danta croons as they pass yet another store, the Theocrat skidding to a halt in the icy lanes of The Last Whisper as if - finally - something has caught his attention that he'd quite like to buy. Not for himself (maybe for himself? maybe something additional for himself?) of course; he's leaning down in front of the window of a little jewellery boutique, red coat splayed behind him and his elbows on his knees to examine the wares on display.
Alright, so technically he and Kiada are meant to be out signing for and arranging the various stock for the Dusklight (Danta has proven not to be an idiot in these matters by ensuring he uses local stock wherever possible, thus pumping more trade into the Grounds), but so sue him, he's distractible as hell. "Let's go in this one," he decides, straightening up and offering a flash of white teeth to his Registrar. He does hold the door open for her, the bell above it jingling merrily as if to persuade her also to come inside.
Alright, so technically he and Kiada are meant to be out signing for and arranging the various stock for the Dusklight (Danta has proven not to be an idiot in these matters by ensuring he uses local stock wherever possible, thus pumping more trade into the Grounds), but so sue him, he's distractible as hell. "Let's go in this one," he decides, straightening up and offering a flash of white teeth to his Registrar. He does hold the door open for her, the bell above it jingling merrily as if to persuade her also to come inside.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
