// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Ah, you should drop by the Temple and introduce yourself one of these days. There are fewer Ancients more devoted to Dygra than she is." Whilst Danta considers himself devout as they come, Charlie makes the worship of their dark lady seem like artistry and delight all rolled into one. Still smiling to himself at the thought of the little priestess, he rolls his shoulders to keep the muscles from seizing up, then also leans in to grab some smaller stones to tuck into the mortar.
Humming his approval at the way Thal manages herself aboard her ship, Danta's brow furrows, if only briefly, while he shoves a stone into place and convinces it to fit there. "Spoken like someone who's lived that life for a while. Must be nice, being able to travel whenever you want," he says, sinking back on his knees.
Not that his leisure flight doesn't allow him to do the same, but it's quite different, having to fly in that hulking shape and do nothing else, rather than the choices afforded with a ship. Spending a second to observe their work and find any other suitable gaps, he'd be lying if he wasn't surprised to hear her snap the dots together about Asta, and he raises an eyebrow Thal's way.
"They aren't unrelated," he says slowly. "As I'm sure you know, Asta likes to feel in control of a situation. He needs it, to feel settled. Me, on the other hand... I need to feel like I'm not boxed in, like I can get away if I need to. It's normally fine, but this season it feels like pushing some sort of boundary." He wrinkles his nose.
Humming his approval at the way Thal manages herself aboard her ship, Danta's brow furrows, if only briefly, while he shoves a stone into place and convinces it to fit there. "Spoken like someone who's lived that life for a while. Must be nice, being able to travel whenever you want," he says, sinking back on his knees.
Not that his leisure flight doesn't allow him to do the same, but it's quite different, having to fly in that hulking shape and do nothing else, rather than the choices afforded with a ship. Spending a second to observe their work and find any other suitable gaps, he'd be lying if he wasn't surprised to hear her snap the dots together about Asta, and he raises an eyebrow Thal's way.
"They aren't unrelated," he says slowly. "As I'm sure you know, Asta likes to feel in control of a situation. He needs it, to feel settled. Me, on the other hand... I need to feel like I'm not boxed in, like I can get away if I need to. It's normally fine, but this season it feels like pushing some sort of boundary." He wrinkles his nose.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
