BASTIEN
At the sound of a call up to him, Bastien looked down with a hum, breaking into a smile as he recognised Aisha. He always made a point of knowing the faces and names of the people that came to his events, having long trained himself to be a host to rival any other. With a laugh, he nodded to her question. "Well, she's a little stiff, but we make it work, hm?"
More than happy to be distracted from his fruitless search for parenting advice, he slid down the ladder with a grace that spoke of a lot of time spent clambering onto and off of things, the Venice skyline once upon a time providing him with a wonderful stage for his performances. "The real question is how you are, Aisha? This will be your first Deepfrost, will it not?"
More than happy to be distracted from his fruitless search for parenting advice, he slid down the ladder with a grace that spoke of a lot of time spent clambering onto and off of things, the Venice skyline once upon a time providing him with a wonderful stage for his performances. "The real question is how you are, Aisha? This will be your first Deepfrost, will it not?"
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
