I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
More than content to let the other two Ancients give each other the honour of ash-scattering, Danta wisely stays out of the way and beneath the awning until the deed is done. Only once he's sure that the task is finished - and he's not going to get any wet ash blown into his face - does he step back out to look over their work as a whole. And you know what? He's actually damn fucking proud of them.
(And him, mostly him, almost entirely him, but whatever).
"More than enough, I hope," he agrees with Kiada. "I know it isn't Deepfrost any more so we don't really need it to stay warm, but with the rain at least you can find somewhere to dry off, with any luck." Shrugging his shoulders, he nods back to Kiada and Fox and sweeps his wet hair out of his face. "Thanks for your help. I should be able to take it from here."
Well. Dygra should. But he knows they know that.
~FIN
(And him, mostly him, almost entirely him, but whatever).
"More than enough, I hope," he agrees with Kiada. "I know it isn't Deepfrost any more so we don't really need it to stay warm, but with the rain at least you can find somewhere to dry off, with any luck." Shrugging his shoulders, he nods back to Kiada and Fox and sweeps his wet hair out of his face. "Thanks for your help. I should be able to take it from here."
Well. Dygra should. But he knows they know that.
~FIN
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
