you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself
They've not long arrived in Torchline, and whilst the heat is much more palatable here than in the snowglobe that the Grounds has become, it's still a little chilly for Ancients. Danta has left Asta at Wildering House to either nap or potter around (as is the butcher's right), whilst the Maverick has set off to Haulani's markets in search of whatever counts as a scarf in Torchline.
So far all he's found are silk excuses and wispy shawls intended to protect the shoulders from the sun, and Danta is about to give up for a bit when he's drawn to a strange ringing across the square. Jamming his hands in the pockets of his coat, he meanders towards the sound much like a moth to a flame, finding a quaint little stall selling tiny hand bells.
The ones that had drawn his attention appear to me made of crystal, brilliantly catching the pale sunlight in rainbow hues that remind him of his own horns in a way. With a fanged grin, Danta immediately reaches for one to give it a try.
So far all he's found are silk excuses and wispy shawls intended to protect the shoulders from the sun, and Danta is about to give up for a bit when he's drawn to a strange ringing across the square. Jamming his hands in the pockets of his coat, he meanders towards the sound much like a moth to a flame, finding a quaint little stall selling tiny hand bells.
The ones that had drawn his attention appear to me made of crystal, brilliantly catching the pale sunlight in rainbow hues that remind him of his own horns in a way. With a fanged grin, Danta immediately reaches for one to give it a try.
Dantalion
I'll break it to you easy, this is hell
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
