in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mm, I've noticed more activity at Jack Tar Landing, too," Danta says, and if it weren't for the hint of pride in his voice, one could probably surmise that he'd be bored talking shop at the bar. Luckily for Tal, he seems to have hit all the right notes so far (and to be fair, the post-orgasmic haze and the drink in Danta's hand is probably helping matters too).
As for the not-shrine and what the Messenger says next, Danta huffs out a sigh that blows a lock of fair hair off his forehead. "Maybe the Glade," he rumbles, walking his fingers lazily around the rim of his glass. "Or even here in The Last Whisper somewhere. Dygra is helping to keep the void creatures out of the Inner Quarter, so perhaps it'd be better to have an extra one here, should the worst happen."
Perhaps a job he can give to Astaroth, in retrospect.
As for the not-shrine and what the Messenger says next, Danta huffs out a sigh that blows a lock of fair hair off his forehead. "Maybe the Glade," he rumbles, walking his fingers lazily around the rim of his glass. "Or even here in The Last Whisper somewhere. Dygra is helping to keep the void creatures out of the Inner Quarter, so perhaps it'd be better to have an extra one here, should the worst happen."
Perhaps a job he can give to Astaroth, in retrospect.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
