BASTIEN
Well, if the guilds were to have stalls at Fiat Lux, obviously the Artist's Sanctuary had to have one and not just that: it had to be the best. The guild was the cultural hub of the town after all (or so Bastien liked to think), so it had to come alive with a celebration of it's members and the people that came to create with them.
He made sure to tell each of his guild members there would be a day of creating for the stall, then put signs up outside the door for the public too. Everyone would have a chance to make something to sell, if they wished to; those items that did not sell could be taken back by their creators.
There were plenty of small canvases with an array of paints, clay to sculpt with, wood to carve and glass to fit together into a small window. Bastien felt it best to have a range of things; he was a painter first and foremost, but he was not the guild in it's entirety. He had thought of how to include the musicians and dancers in their midst too and had thought to rehearse a performance perhaps, to happen on the hour during the festival. If any of his musically talented members appeared, he would ask them of it.
For the moment all there was to do was potter around the room making sure everything was ready for the arrival of their artists for the day. Pittore sat in the corner moulding a lump of clay into shapes only he seemed to understand, little hands caked in beige sludge. Bastien fondly patted his shoulder as he walked past, hoping they would have more than just himself and a gremlin show up to help provide inventory for the festival.
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Open to anyone!
Please write your arrival.
4 spaces.
1.Jigano
2.Oliver
3.Loren
4.Peter (Reserved)
He made sure to tell each of his guild members there would be a day of creating for the stall, then put signs up outside the door for the public too. Everyone would have a chance to make something to sell, if they wished to; those items that did not sell could be taken back by their creators.
There were plenty of small canvases with an array of paints, clay to sculpt with, wood to carve and glass to fit together into a small window. Bastien felt it best to have a range of things; he was a painter first and foremost, but he was not the guild in it's entirety. He had thought of how to include the musicians and dancers in their midst too and had thought to rehearse a performance perhaps, to happen on the hour during the festival. If any of his musically talented members appeared, he would ask them of it.
For the moment all there was to do was potter around the room making sure everything was ready for the arrival of their artists for the day. Pittore sat in the corner moulding a lump of clay into shapes only he seemed to understand, little hands caked in beige sludge. Bastien fondly patted his shoulder as he walked past, hoping they would have more than just himself and a gremlin show up to help provide inventory for the festival.
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Open to anyone!
Please write your arrival.
4 spaces.
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Fade to the close-up
We're gonna stay naive tonight
Base Code by Sky!
