they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Blue, Rexanna agreed, and Bastien put down his yellow paints, looking about for a blue instead, his hands hovering over the different tones. There was something about his memories of The Voice that was almost fuzzy, difficult to pin point. He was glad he had Rexanna to check things against, even happier that despite her new blindness she was finding her own creative outlet."Well...I am not sure. I think I will have to paint it instinctively then look once I have put down base tones and adjust." He had never been scared to put paint to canvas, at least. Starting to lay down a dark blue sketch, he began to block out The Voice's youthful features. "Next time we speak to her I must pay more attention. I doubt she will come for a sitting..."
He was about to make some joke about the timetables of Gods when a squeak came from behind the canvases on the wall, in the same spot he had first found Pittore. "Oh. I did forget to mention. Rexanna, it appears we have a new occasional resident." This time confident Bastien walked to the corner and lifted the canvases, revealing the small green gremlin. Picking him up (and the gremlin came very willingly, even seemed thrilled to be accepted) he took him over to the couch where Rexanna lay.
"He is...well. I am not sure. Some kind of pixie or goblin, perhaps. But he does not seem to mean harm and he likes to paint. I have named him Pittore, as he seems quite young...I...think he may have chosen me as a kind of father." Pittore, once placed down, wobbled over to Rexanna and began to garble in his own special language, excited about meeting a new friend.
BASTIEN
