ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
It was strange for Anden. As he looked into Bastien's eyes, and listened to his words, the man seemed to be a role model for what Anden should be. He was at peace, calm, having accepted his life here. Anden knew that he should be more like Bastien, but so much about Caido, and the Grounds made no sense to him. It was like Bastien was a flame burning down the wick of a candle, while Anden was still burning down a forest. As Bastien's face morphed and transformed, Anden felt himself falling backwards in his seat. "Wha- How?!" Was it the same magic that allowed Oliver to transform into an animal? "That is... Definitely a choice." Anden realigned the chair, before getting up and sitting down once more. Sitting down again, he was able to collect his thoughts. "The Voice chose us? Why though... Why does she need us here? Wouldn't it be easier to change the people here, people who already know about this world." He knew the idea that he was selected was suppose to make him happy, to calm him, but it only frustrated him more.
Anden laughed. "I'm not the artistic type. My hands are good for chopping wood, and that's about it. He tried to picture himself sitting down, painting or sketching like Bastien was, but he couldn't. That was something Eloise Marie would like, but not him.
"So let's see it. What do I even look like? Anden hadn't even seen his own reflection since he arrived in Caido. What if like everything else The Voice decided to change that. For a moment he was afraid to even look down at the sketch book.
