Bastien
Melita began to add blue to scene, which Bastien admired - she certainly was bold with colour! Though he cringed a little as the blue on the still-wet yellow began to create a greenish hue at the edges, which he was pretty sure she had not intended. Pointing at it, he gently said: "If you wait a moment, you can paint without the colours mixing on the canvas like that. Unless you mean it to, of course."As for his sanctuary... "Everyone is cut out for it. We welcome all skill levels, experiences...if you wish to make art, you can join us." He promised with a smile, gesturing about the hall at the paintings hanging about, not all of them masterpieces, but each one special to him.
"Of course. There is no doubt in my mind Rexanna can do anything she wishes to." He smiled, a soft laugh escaping him. "It may take a while, but she will see again. I am trying to make sure this house is as beautiful as it can be for her when that moment arrives."
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
