// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Given that he's not facing Asta, Danta is at least able to settle into grooming himself with ease, feathers fluffing up so he can run his beak through them and check himself over. The only advantage of couch-surfing, in fact, has been his ability to shift wherever he pleases for the most part, so he's relatively chilled out as he goes about selecting some feathers for the butcher's purpose.
A few soft and downy feathers are plucked out, set in a little crevice of the log where they won't blow away, and a similar treatment is given to his wings, one of them stretching out while the other remains tightly tucked in so Asta doesn't worry he's about to take off. Adding some flight feathers to the mix and one loose tail feather, Danta almost neurotically arranges them for Asta to pick up (that's crows for you) before hopping back to let him grab them.
He doesn't want to shift back until the feathers are safely away, just so they can say for sure that they have satisfied this part of the quest.
A few soft and downy feathers are plucked out, set in a little crevice of the log where they won't blow away, and a similar treatment is given to his wings, one of them stretching out while the other remains tightly tucked in so Asta doesn't worry he's about to take off. Adding some flight feathers to the mix and one loose tail feather, Danta almost neurotically arranges them for Asta to pick up (that's crows for you) before hopping back to let him grab them.
He doesn't want to shift back until the feathers are safely away, just so they can say for sure that they have satisfied this part of the quest.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
