in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You know, I just might," Danta decides with a smug little smile. "I reckon I could persuade him if he can't see the merit in it. We're very close." Chuckling to himself and finishing off his slice of bread before giving his full attention to the broth, the Maverick nods his easy agreement. "If you'd told me the Hollowed Grounds was famous for its cuisine I'd have never believed you," he says. "But I'm pretty glad to be wrong."
Falling quiet to eat, it doesn't take long before he's setting down his empty bowl and reaching once more for his glass of wine, taking a slow sip of it and leaning back on one hand. "I know it isn't Torchline, but it feels good to be home," he admits. And they might not be quite there yet, with the Inner Quarter still some distance away, but even having stepped onto the dock, Danta had recognised the familiar temperature, the greenery, the choppier waters.
Falling quiet to eat, it doesn't take long before he's setting down his empty bowl and reaching once more for his glass of wine, taking a slow sip of it and leaning back on one hand. "I know it isn't Torchline, but it feels good to be home," he admits. And they might not be quite there yet, with the Inner Quarter still some distance away, but even having stepped onto the dock, Danta had recognised the familiar temperature, the greenery, the choppier waters.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
