// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Luckily for Zairah, Danta has spent a great deal of time cultivating the Hollowed Grounds into a place as welcoming as it can be for the Ancients that find their way to it, and that includes resources, comfort, and a closeness to their lady goddess that can only be rivalled here. She won't need to ask - the Grounds will give its secrets freely.
"Fine," he agrees, the word almost trilling from his lips, and he wastes no time in nodding agreeably to her and stepping out of the cavern to make his way down the rocky incline. "That's the spirit," he adds, grinning over his shoulder; the sun dazzles down upon them, though the heat from it is lost in the searing haze of the rest of the region, something that warms Danta to his very bones.
"Once you've had your fill of the Grounds, if you do want to go exploring, we have a port with ships and skyships - which do exactly what you think they would," he says, turning to walk backwards and peer up at her, heedless of missteps or obstacles. "And of course the portal from there to here is always open, should you get homesick." He scoffs at that.
Brother, though, softens his smile, and he offers her a half bow. "That's how I like to think of it," he agrees. "A sister in fire, if not by blood. You have plenty of community I can introduce you to where we're going."
"Fine," he agrees, the word almost trilling from his lips, and he wastes no time in nodding agreeably to her and stepping out of the cavern to make his way down the rocky incline. "That's the spirit," he adds, grinning over his shoulder; the sun dazzles down upon them, though the heat from it is lost in the searing haze of the rest of the region, something that warms Danta to his very bones.
"Once you've had your fill of the Grounds, if you do want to go exploring, we have a port with ships and skyships - which do exactly what you think they would," he says, turning to walk backwards and peer up at her, heedless of missteps or obstacles. "And of course the portal from there to here is always open, should you get homesick." He scoffs at that.
Brother, though, softens his smile, and he offers her a half bow. "That's how I like to think of it," he agrees. "A sister in fire, if not by blood. You have plenty of community I can introduce you to where we're going."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
