// you knew who I was //
"Especially a region like the desert," Danta says through a laugh and a sip of his drink. "I won't lie, if it had been in a similar state to the Grounds, I'd have considered it." A similar state being pretty much established but just left neglected, rather that full fat buck wild. "But then if I told you there were a bunch of Dygra loving Ancients living in Hak Etme, no one would be surprised. It's a lot more difficult to survive up there when overheating can kill you."
At her mingled relief and delight, Danta doesn't waste a moment, tipping her a wink and reaching out to chime his glass against her own. "My pleasure," he croons, willing to leave it at that, but then Flora - like the established ruler of a successful region that she is - is leaning in and offering further tomfoolery, and the Maverick doesn't have to think twice before getting on board.
"I'm starting to understand why Torchline is top of the pile," he says approvingly, setting his drink down and gesturing to his paperwork. "Who knows - maybe there's already something in here about it." There isn't, but he does spot something that he ought to keep and file, Danta groaning and promptly folding it into an origami frog.
"So what happens if no one wants to get sunburned to death in the desert?" he wonders, promptly disappearing from behind the desk and appearing at one of his bookshelves to file the frog in a container labelled to be actioned. "Is she a ruler of nothing but sand? Also, I thought horses needed to like... drink a lot of water."
Clearly he hasn't considered that the ranch burning down part means there will be no future horses in Hak Etme.
At her mingled relief and delight, Danta doesn't waste a moment, tipping her a wink and reaching out to chime his glass against her own. "My pleasure," he croons, willing to leave it at that, but then Flora - like the established ruler of a successful region that she is - is leaning in and offering further tomfoolery, and the Maverick doesn't have to think twice before getting on board.
"I'm starting to understand why Torchline is top of the pile," he says approvingly, setting his drink down and gesturing to his paperwork. "Who knows - maybe there's already something in here about it." There isn't, but he does spot something that he ought to keep and file, Danta groaning and promptly folding it into an origami frog.
"So what happens if no one wants to get sunburned to death in the desert?" he wonders, promptly disappearing from behind the desk and appearing at one of his bookshelves to file the frog in a container labelled to be actioned. "Is she a ruler of nothing but sand? Also, I thought horses needed to like... drink a lot of water."
Clearly he hasn't considered that the ranch burning down part means there will be no future horses in Hak Etme.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
