Stone cold

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

The drizzle will soon become a harsh downpour - Danta knows that for absolute certain. And yet here he is, trudging through the Outer Brambles in a fur-lined coat that makes him seem a lot larger than he is, the wide hood drawn up around his face to keep him warm and dry. The thing about coming to power as an Ancient - and the addition of a very large bonfire front and centre in the Grounds - is that people have begun to notice their race in ways that they previously may not have cared about.

So when a hunter brought news of a suspicious, horned statue out on the fringes of the region, what once might have been nothing more than a curious phenomenon becomes a potential rescue mission. This might also explain the covered cart that Danta tugs behind him, filled with dry kindling.

And soon enough he comes upon the sorry statue of the girl, and cold blue eyes narrow at the birds using her as a nesting place. It's with very little care for them that he bats them away, destroying the nest in her lap and carefully pulling away the moss and lichen from her head. "Well, well," he mumbles, "aren't you in a sorry state?"

It takes little effort to build the fire around the statue, though Danta's brows furrow as the rain increases. Once he's ready and manages to get a spark from a tinderbox, his magic can take over. Manipulating the flames and coaxing them to grow in heat and size, they greedily eat up the fuel he's placed around the girl. Soon enough the statue against the tree is bathed in a merry orange blaze. And all there is left to do is wait.

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!