// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"Mm, so do I," Danta mutters with a scrunch of his nose. "Perhaps one of us leader types ought to get something that will let us see what they are up to, if the gods would be able to make it. A spyglass or a crystal ball or a magic mirror or whatnot." He scoffs, hunkering a little further under Kiada's umbrella as the rain grows a touch more insistent for a minute or so.
"I can do that," he says of Torchline; he's already in correspondence with the region's queen, in truth, though he supposes he ought to address anything official towards them both. As for the tangleweed, Danta's lips part to say it would be his pleasure to do something about it, but at that moment he gets the worst feeling of being watched, and he's very much unused to being treated like prey.
Clearing his throat and shaking his head, he keeps his gaze pinned on what, of course, appears to be nothing but an innocuous patch of woodland now, before grumbling and turning away. "Leave it," he mutters. "I feel like going after it might be more trouble than it's worth these days. Might want to tell your beau the same."
"I can do that," he says of Torchline; he's already in correspondence with the region's queen, in truth, though he supposes he ought to address anything official towards them both. As for the tangleweed, Danta's lips part to say it would be his pleasure to do something about it, but at that moment he gets the worst feeling of being watched, and he's very much unused to being treated like prey.
Clearing his throat and shaking his head, he keeps his gaze pinned on what, of course, appears to be nothing but an innocuous patch of woodland now, before grumbling and turning away. "Leave it," he mutters. "I feel like going after it might be more trouble than it's worth these days. Might want to tell your beau the same."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
