Bastien
Bastien watched carefully as Melita went to paint the sun; there was some raw talent in this fighter, it seemed. An understanding of what to glorify, where to spend her time. She had obviously not been trained, small details like perspective and composition more amateur, but the image was one he found he could not dislike. With a little smile he decided to give her something precious, to show his approval."You could use some of this." He said, reaching over to grab a small box and open it, showing thin sheets of gold leaf within. "If you put it on your brush and paint over the sun, it will tear and sparkle within the canvas. To accentuate the light." It had been a nightmare for him to accurately describe goldleaf at the market, much less get it made; he was sure this was not actually the same stuff. But it looked similar enough he did not mind and he usually only saved it for his own work.
Melita was confused by his home's Gods; not that he could blame her: he often had been as well. "Mmm...Well, I cannot say I know. God...or, Gods, in some places...was a figure that some lived their lives by strictly, from a book he had left many years ago. Others ignored him entirely...some used his words for evil. Some for good." He shrugged. "No one has ever seen him, though. Or at least, no one I believe. It was a shock for me to come here, where the Gods are so easily met."
He smiled softly as she said she supposed this was home. He knew it was a difficult transition, especially for one as young as Melita, who probably felt snatched away from the developing life she'd had elsewhere. At least he had known how to settle down, had had experience in putting down roots. "Yes, this is my home now. It is where I have flourished artistically, met my wife...married my wife...my only worry is that we could be forced to move on from this world as we were made to move on from our last - and will Rexanna come with me?"
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
