// sun comin' up on a dream come around //
"What'cha making?" Danta's voice pipes up from over Marcus's shoulder, the Maverick peeping as best he can at the small skis the other man seems concentrating deeply upon. "Are they for toddlers?" And also why does he need to be in the Gilded Market to make them - in a region currently not inundated by snow, too. All questions Danta honestly shouldn't be involving himself in, but that's what happens when the precocious leader of the Hollowed Grounds goes for a wander.
Circling around to face Marcus properly, the Maverick has, in fact, ducked into the guildhall to hide from a sudden and vicious downpour outside; rain hammers against the glass aggressively enough to turn a few heads before they go back to their work, and the Ancient scrunches his nose at the weather like this might be enough to make it go away. "Better off making umbrellas or surfboards at this rate."
Circling around to face Marcus properly, the Maverick has, in fact, ducked into the guildhall to hide from a sudden and vicious downpour outside; rain hammers against the glass aggressively enough to turn a few heads before they go back to their work, and the Ancient scrunches his nose at the weather like this might be enough to make it go away. "Better off making umbrellas or surfboards at this rate."
Dantalion
// one hundred years from the empire now //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
