// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
Busy trying to shake the sand out of his hair and to dust it off the metal box, only when Danta dares to blink down at it properly does he realise why Flora has suddenly grown hushed and sharp as she draws closer to him. "Holy shit," he echoes when she elaborates on the motif etched into the box, handing it off to her without a word. "Who knew it was down there all this time." Or perhaps it had only recently been buried there? Either way, it's not worth his balls to try and look too deeply into it.
Instead, he gets assigned flagging - a much simpler task. Tossing Flora a sandy salute, he shakes a bit more sand out of his clothes before getting to work. The majority of the flagging is fine, he'll soon realise, and where there is some out of place, it's only by a small distance, likely blown there by a breeze or disturbed whilst he was rummaging around as a lava wyrm. Either way, easily fixed, and by the time Flora is calling for the foundations to be put in, Danta is getting himself wisely out of the way.
Danta fixes the flagging where it needs, then gets out of the way of the construction!
Instead, he gets assigned flagging - a much simpler task. Tossing Flora a sandy salute, he shakes a bit more sand out of his clothes before getting to work. The majority of the flagging is fine, he'll soon realise, and where there is some out of place, it's only by a small distance, likely blown there by a breeze or disturbed whilst he was rummaging around as a lava wyrm. Either way, easily fixed, and by the time Flora is calling for the foundations to be put in, Danta is getting himself wisely out of the way.
Danta fixes the flagging where it needs, then gets out of the way of the construction!
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
