all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach
"I'll remember that," Danta purrs, waiting for Asta to start hacking the trunk up into smaller logs before coming to join him in the endeavour. Between them they make short work of it, and at least the exercise is keeping their blood pumping, though as they straighten up the Maverick does pause to reach up and brush the snow from Asta's shoulders and out of his hair. He can't do much for his horns with his bare hands, instead conjuring a few wisps of flame to crown the oilslick onyx, melting any ice that has started to form.
"Oho, I'm not sure. If he isn't I'm sure we could ask," he says, tugging the lapels of Asta's coat a little closer as if to make sure no part of him is exposed to the cold, before stepping back to load up the sled again. "Or we could try our hand at making it ourselves, depending on how tired you are when we get back," he suggests. Stew doesn't sound that difficult, after all.
"Oho, I'm not sure. If he isn't I'm sure we could ask," he says, tugging the lapels of Asta's coat a little closer as if to make sure no part of him is exposed to the cold, before stepping back to load up the sled again. "Or we could try our hand at making it ourselves, depending on how tired you are when we get back," he suggests. Stew doesn't sound that difficult, after all.
Dantalion
don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
