Che Sei Nei Cieli [Open]

Bastien was deeply surprised to receive an answer, not just in voice but in vision; the woman before him breathtakingly beautiful and not a little bit intimidating. He stumbled his way up (his usual grace forgotten in the face of a real, in the flesh, Goddess). Looking at his gift, he supposed he wouldn't want it either, but he was used to divine forces that didn't complain. "I apologise, I would have brought coins, but...alas. They seem to not have those here." He shrugged, not sure if those were what such a being would want either. His mind trying to work out several different philosophical puzzles at once, he sat down without objection and tried to memorise the image of her as best as he could. He knew when he left he would be painting a lot of pictures to do with this. She asked him a question he felt very confident answering, to his delight. With a grin he leaned forward and began to speak, moving with animated hands and an excited glint in his eyes. "I'm glad you asked. I have many ideas and I do not know where to begin. A theatre or perhaps an Opera house like the Teatro Vendramin di San Salvador. I could take these dull survivors and make them into thriving creators. Tease the creativity out of their bones. Or I could paint myself. Turn the houses into living art with murals. My God -- ah--Goddess?" He laughed at his slip up and shrugged. "I could do so much. Even perform in the streets. Begin festivals, create songs. What is it you would like to see? I have never had a patron from Heaven before." BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days