Bastien
Bastien may have been trying to use his art to provoke and improve his relationship with the Voice, but that did not mean he was no longer interested in the more humble goals of his guild, like introducing art into the masses and showing average people how knowledge of aesthetic could improve their lives.For that reason he had begun to leave his door open more and more often during the day, keeping plenty of blank canvases out in case anybody would like to come in and try, either with or without tuition. After all, he knew how claustrophobic it could be to paint with someone breathing on your shoulder, but some people liked to be guided. Pittore was definitely a free spirit, needing no encouragement to swiftly begin to lay down scribbling lines on anything put before him.
"Ah, Pittore, you are a wonderful heir to this little empire, but I fear I may need a protege more versed in the art of conversation." He said to his companion, who only replied with a few babbles and squeaks, wrapped up in his purple swirl of paint. Bastien turned back to work on his own piece, a little sketch painting for an idea he'd had, waiting to see if anyone would come.
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
