Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
Taking pictures was a concept unfamiliar to Bastien, but a fear of beginning to look ignorant made him just nod, hoping he could pick up the meaning through context. "A sequence...like Hogarth's illustrations, perhaps, but...quickly laid over each other." Bastien repeated, trying to imagine it in his head. Perhaps it didn't need to only exist in his imagination; he leaned forwards with a bold smile and asked: "Could you make one of these movies for us, then? It sounds like a spectacle worth seeing."
Bastien's eyes carefully observed Melita's painting too and he smiled softly, gently chiding Nate with what may as well have been his catchphrase by now: "Everyone can paint. Too many people are just scared to try." He had yet to meet in years of his sanctuary anyone that was entirely creatively bereft. Even those that insisted they didn't have an artistic bone in their body could make something beautiful with colours, encouragement and time.
He put a finger to his chin and leaned back, taking a break from working on his doll as he considered what he would imagine a ghost to look like. In the end though, it was really quite easy: "Like a person. But dead. Perhaps glowing or blurry."
Bastien's eyes carefully observed Melita's painting too and he smiled softly, gently chiding Nate with what may as well have been his catchphrase by now: "Everyone can paint. Too many people are just scared to try." He had yet to meet in years of his sanctuary anyone that was entirely creatively bereft. Even those that insisted they didn't have an artistic bone in their body could make something beautiful with colours, encouragement and time.
He put a finger to his chin and leaned back, taking a break from working on his doll as he considered what he would imagine a ghost to look like. In the end though, it was really quite easy: "Like a person. But dead. Perhaps glowing or blurry."
mortal kings are ruling castles
Welcome to my world of fun
BASTIEN
