(Set the morning after Fiat Lux)
Bastien had left Fiat Lux early, realising he'd left some of the stock for the Artist's Sanctuary table behind at the guildhall. His walk through the town had been pleasant, really - it had been quiet, a nice Flowerbirth day with a light breeze and a hopeful sun in the sky. He'd really felt things might be coming around...then he had returned to the festival.
He'd only arrived just as everyone was recovering from the disaster. Immediate danger was gone and healers were already seeing to the injured. Bastien had headed straight for Rexanna, seen the look in her eyes and knew something awful had just happened. He had not asked; did not want her to have to relive it right away - as soon as she could leave her Queen's duties (when the field was practically empty) he had taken her home and simply held her for a night. As much as his heart burned with curiosity, he knew what she needed was not questions, but love.
He had planned, before the disaster, to take her out to the fields on this day, as the sunset; a call back to one of their first dates. Given her returned eyes, he had thought it would be a nice thing for her to see, a good place for them to go to celebrate. Now, he still asked if she wanted to come, but the trip was offered more as solace - of course, they would avoid the site of the failed festival. He knew the fields well from painting trips, knew roads and paths that would take them up to the tree they'd first painted together under.
Walking hand in hand he said nothing, just watched the sun before them. It was up to Rexanna to speak first, to dare to explain what it was that had happened; they often existed together in silence comfortably but Bastien felt this was different, somehow. Waiting, knowing it would all need to come out for Rexanna to move on, for him to know what he had missed; it would effect them both.
Bastien had left Fiat Lux early, realising he'd left some of the stock for the Artist's Sanctuary table behind at the guildhall. His walk through the town had been pleasant, really - it had been quiet, a nice Flowerbirth day with a light breeze and a hopeful sun in the sky. He'd really felt things might be coming around...then he had returned to the festival.
He'd only arrived just as everyone was recovering from the disaster. Immediate danger was gone and healers were already seeing to the injured. Bastien had headed straight for Rexanna, seen the look in her eyes and knew something awful had just happened. He had not asked; did not want her to have to relive it right away - as soon as she could leave her Queen's duties (when the field was practically empty) he had taken her home and simply held her for a night. As much as his heart burned with curiosity, he knew what she needed was not questions, but love.
He had planned, before the disaster, to take her out to the fields on this day, as the sunset; a call back to one of their first dates. Given her returned eyes, he had thought it would be a nice thing for her to see, a good place for them to go to celebrate. Now, he still asked if she wanted to come, but the trip was offered more as solace - of course, they would avoid the site of the failed festival. He knew the fields well from painting trips, knew roads and paths that would take them up to the tree they'd first painted together under.
Walking hand in hand he said nothing, just watched the sun before them. It was up to Rexanna to speak first, to dare to explain what it was that had happened; they often existed together in silence comfortably but Bastien felt this was different, somehow. Waiting, knowing it would all need to come out for Rexanna to move on, for him to know what he had missed; it would effect them both.
