BASTIEN
While he had already 'captured the sun' with Ronin, painting in the fields, Bastien found himself still wanting to make one of these traditional baskets. He was fascinated by myths, traditions, superstitions...wanted to understand and absorb all the culture he could.
Unfortunately for Bastien, his artistic talents didn't seem to translate to weaving. He was sat working by soft candlelight in the late evening on the doorstep of his sanctuary, by all means a wonderful relaxing location to make work in...but his damn basket was a mess. Lumpy, with random spiky bits he didn't know the origin of and more than a few loose ends. It would not hold anything, much less the sun.
Sighing with frustration, he leaned back against the door and sighed, the failed basket on his lap mocking him with it's shittiness. "Voice, if you would like to imbue with me basket making power...well...per favoure fallo." He mumbled up to the sky, irritated he could not seem to complete this simple task.
Unfortunately for Bastien, his artistic talents didn't seem to translate to weaving. He was sat working by soft candlelight in the late evening on the doorstep of his sanctuary, by all means a wonderful relaxing location to make work in...but his damn basket was a mess. Lumpy, with random spiky bits he didn't know the origin of and more than a few loose ends. It would not hold anything, much less the sun.
Sighing with frustration, he leaned back against the door and sighed, the failed basket on his lap mocking him with it's shittiness. "Voice, if you would like to imbue with me basket making power...well...per favoure fallo." He mumbled up to the sky, irritated he could not seem to complete this simple task.
You standing beside me
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
