Bastien
Bastien clapped his hands together with joy as Melita agreed, stepping back into the room to let her come forward and choose her medium of choice. When people came to his door, only a few of them chose to stay. Often they seemed embarrassed, as if trying to create would reveal something about themselves they did not want to show."I am indeed. I have seen you around sometimes, I think - what is it you do around here, Lady Melita?" Asked Bastien, smiling at her eager excitement for the paint and gesturing for her to go ahead, going to work on his own canvas while she got started. "Do you do much painting? Or are you coming in here fresh?"
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
