BASTIEN
While Bastien was a passionate believer in experience, learning as one went and making things up as needed, he did know there was some worth in planning; with his and Rexanna's child so very close to arriving he had realised he needed endless advice on any number of things, things which he knew general ideas of (when bathing a baby, it was best not to drown it, for instance) but not whole stories.
So he went to the Atheneum, where he had somehow managed to never enter during his entire time in the Hollowed Grounds, to look for a book that might give him some advice. Walking up and down the aisles, dressed in an unseasonably and rather inappropriate outfit of loose-fitting pants and not much else, he looked for anything that might seem to be about parenting, climbing up the ladders when provided to peek on the higher selves...but so far, his search had been fruitless.
With a sigh, he slumped forward on the top of the ladder he was stood on, pressing his chin into his hand. Perhaps he was destined to just struggle into fatherhood: after all, there likely weren't guides on how to look after an Ascended child.
So he went to the Atheneum, where he had somehow managed to never enter during his entire time in the Hollowed Grounds, to look for a book that might give him some advice. Walking up and down the aisles, dressed in an unseasonably and rather inappropriate outfit of loose-fitting pants and not much else, he looked for anything that might seem to be about parenting, climbing up the ladders when provided to peek on the higher selves...but so far, his search had been fruitless.
With a sigh, he slumped forward on the top of the ladder he was stood on, pressing his chin into his hand. Perhaps he was destined to just struggle into fatherhood: after all, there likely weren't guides on how to look after an Ascended child.
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
