my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
After the almost fight Bastien, Rexanna, and Amun had on Apopo, he'd felt bad for how he'd been acting. So he decided to make up for his piss poor attitude with an apology and a gift. It had taken him a while to get it right, but when he was satisfied he brought it over to the Artist's Sanctuary.
It wasn't super fancy, just a clay toy box. It was decorated with stylized lightning on the sides and a portrait of the Voice on the lid. Opening the door to the Santuary, the potter called out softly. "Bastien? Rexanna? I brought you something." Though it was hard to sound happy about anything these days, hopefully they'd appreciate the gesture.
It wasn't super fancy, just a clay toy box. It was decorated with stylized lightning on the sides and a portrait of the Voice on the lid. Opening the door to the Santuary, the potter called out softly. "Bastien? Rexanna? I brought you something." Though it was hard to sound happy about anything these days, hopefully they'd appreciate the gesture.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
