high hopes

BASTIEN Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul Bastien had done a lot of socialising and hosting lately, so had decided to take a day to himself. Burning Safrin's candle to make the room sparkle with stars, he was painting. Humming a tune to himself, he took sips from a glass of wine that was honestly better than he would have imagined anything made by alchemy and not classical methods would be. Before him an image was beginning to appear of a lake reflecting the night sky above it. If one looked for long enough, on the shore there was a dark, vague figure of a woman. He was about to add in some more features, make her just a little more noticeable, when there was a knock at the door. As much as this was meant to be a day alone, he always liked surprise guests. Taking a last sip of his wine, he walked to the door and opened it wide, not bothering to put on a shirt (after all, the vibe of the church did not really call for shirts). Rexanna was not someone Bastien recognised. He smiled and held up a hand to wave and welcome her inside. "Hello, beautiful stranger. Can I, or the Casa Safrin help you?"