high hopes

BASTIEN Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul The gasp and smile at the effect from the candle was like a drug to Bastien - he had always been a performer. He knew just how breathtaking it could be; had spent some time simply sat in the place watching the stars move about the room and wondering if they resembled real constellations in this world. Rexanna's careful retelling of what she knew was charming; Bastien supposed if he were a real priest he might find such an interpretation offensive. As it was, he was pleased to know his desires for the place were so clear. A cocky smirk on his face, he leaned onto the table and gently began swirling his drink around in his hand. "No, that sounds just right to me. I have always been somebody active in the arts and...ah, the more pleasurable parts of life. What some could call reckless hedonism. I may call it the same, but with much less disdain. This church is definitely a site of that...devoted to the Goddess Safrin, whom has been kind enough to give it her blessing. The candle was a gift from her." He gestured to the candle with an incline of his head. Rexanna's mention of a curse from another God gave him pause; he knew Safrin was not fond of those touched by Frey...but there was another God, one he couldn't quite remember the name of. Keeping his voice to that of polite interest, he asked: [say'" Cursed? I am surprised you want to come to place like this after such an experience. Tell me, who was it that cursed you, and why?"