[Mini Event] Bad Times, Good Art

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Times were tough. The fall of the barrier and introduction of the Fae was not exactly a bad thing, but it had certainly raised the tensions around Caido tenfold. People were fighting, opinions and traditions forced to clash when coming into contact with new ideas. It was a time of change, not unlike the one he'd lived in back on Earth. And change inevitably came with some displeasure. To add to it all, Zariah had now decided to declare herself Queen. Bastien had never been fond of monarchy (or many structures at all) in the first place, but he had a particularly low opinion of the woman who had dared to be so cynical and dry in his Sanctuary. With all of this, he felt an irrepressible urge to paint. And he thought, so may others. Art was a fantastic way to let out frustration and art made at a difficult time was usually the most beautiful of all. He laid out a table of paints, clay, wood, tools...whatever anyone wished to use, and another table was practically obscured with bottles of whatever alcohol he could scrounge from his old supplies as well as a new crop from Remi. It was looking to be a fun night, ideally one that could lighten some spirits and inspire some hidden creatives. Invitations were sent out to all the guild members, but this event would be better if it was more open, so he also put a note on the door for the days leading up to it (it would be a night time event, for his own ease and for the romance of it all). The note read: FRIENDS OF THE HOLLOWED GROUNDS The Artist's Sanctuary would like to welcome you to arrive at dusk on Friday night to partake in a night of free spirited creativity. Turn your frustrations, worries, fears into beauty and feel the healing powers of creativity deep within your soul (as well as the equally healing allure of plenty of alcohol). No Launcelyns need attend. As for himself, Bastien set out a large canvas and using the magical paint he had received, began to simply make brush strokes without a plan, seeing what his emotions would bring out of him. Seiji Rexanna Caiside I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.