Every day Dante was thankful that Lord Aphmau had ended up letting him take flight as one of her guards; to be able to serve and to protect the confinements of Phoenix Drop and its people. He would hold his sword tight to his side, kept against the loops of his belt, and his eyes peeled for any protentional danger that could creep their way amongst the shadows, and threaten the safety of the people.
Even on a night like this when it became a challenge to stay awake. The moonlight beamed down from behind specks of clouds painted along the sky. His back leaned up against the stone wall while he looked out from the gates of the village, arms folded firm across the front of his chest. Even when the rest of the village slept, it was his duty to allow them to rest peacefully. He was just lucky he had you by his side during this night patrol.
"You think Irene is looking down at us right now?" He suddenly questioned, Dante only giving a second of a minutes glance towards our direction, before looking back to the tree-line. "Because, sometimes I truly wonder if she already has all these paths constructed for us, and is just watching us to make sure we can learn to walk them. Maybe it's dumb to think about."