we're born at night, so much of our life
"True for a lot of us," Danta agrees with a crooked grin. "Not all, though. I've met a few people who looked like they'd pack a punch and they did." Sometimes literally, though the Maverick is pleased to say that he's been on the wrong side of a fist a lot less since waking from his long sleep up in The Climb. As for helping Lyra back out of the labyrinth, for a second Danta can only hold that wicked smile and offer her a teasing raise of his eyebrows.
"Go on then," he concedes, tone playful. "Couldn't ask for a favour if you get lost in here and eaten by boggarts, huh?" Before she can ask what those might be and certainly before he can care to explain, the Maverick takes to the skies again under a cloak of crow feathers, circling a few times before starting to lead them out.
The going is surprisingly a little longer this time - evidently the hedgerows had taken themselves for a little jaunt whilst they'd been chatting - but Danta manages to lead them out before it gets too tedious. It's with a croak of victory that he swoops and soars through the entrance, and the Outer Brambles sprawls before them again at last.
"Go on then," he concedes, tone playful. "Couldn't ask for a favour if you get lost in here and eaten by boggarts, huh?" Before she can ask what those might be and certainly before he can care to explain, the Maverick takes to the skies again under a cloak of crow feathers, circling a few times before starting to lead them out.
The going is surprisingly a little longer this time - evidently the hedgerows had taken themselves for a little jaunt whilst they'd been chatting - but Danta manages to lead them out before it gets too tedious. It's with a croak of victory that he swoops and soars through the entrance, and the Outer Brambles sprawls before them again at last.
Dantalion
is just carvin' through the dark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
