BASTIEN
Bastien did not have a lot of 'official' outfits to hand, but he wanted to look smart for this discussion with Wessex. While he'd always had a bit of an anti-authority air about him, he knew leadership of the Grounds was important and looking like he respected the position he was talking about taking would go a long way. In simple black pants and a nearly plain blue shirt (a little embroidery around the cuffs, but who could begrudge that?) he walked up to the Theskrya house.
Gods, he wished he could talk to Rexanna; though if Rexanna was there, he wouldn't have dreamed of taking on this role himself.
Knocking, he waited for Wessex, trying to prepare himself but not really knowing what was coming, how Wessex would find it suitable to test his abilities or ascertain if he was right for her descendant. All he could do was be himself and let his usual charisma and kindness take over, he supposed.
Gods, he wished he could talk to Rexanna; though if Rexanna was there, he wouldn't have dreamed of taking on this role himself.
Knocking, he waited for Wessex, trying to prepare himself but not really knowing what was coming, how Wessex would find it suitable to test his abilities or ascertain if he was right for her descendant. All he could do was be himself and let his usual charisma and kindness take over, he supposed.
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
With the hate of some other man's beliefs
