I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Kiada shouldn't know better, because Danta definitely likes seeing her, even as she arrives draped up against a fellow Ancient. He offers a gentle nod to the two of them, made subdued by the rain and the prospect of finally finishing this little project, and ducks beneath the awning to the crates. "Thanks for coming, both of you. Hopefully this will make things a little more palatable for all of us in the Grounds."
Opening the crates to show the kindling and the firewood, Danta gestures to the square where he's hastily marked out the area with chalk, though it's already starting to run. "First things first, we need to build the bonfire over there. Don't worry if the wood gets wet, I don't think there's any chance of it staying dry in this weather. All that matters is it's sturdy and it looks good when it's done."
Opening the crates to show the kindling and the firewood, Danta gestures to the square where he's hastily marked out the area with chalk, though it's already starting to run. "First things first, we need to build the bonfire over there. Don't worry if the wood gets wet, I don't think there's any chance of it staying dry in this weather. All that matters is it's sturdy and it looks good when it's done."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
