they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
It had been a quiet day so far at the Sanctuary; Azreal had gone back out to the ruins, no one was here to learn or create and the ever-looming threat of war had yet to show it's actual face. Using the lull, Bastien had been tidying around in the upstairs, which had admittedly grown quite cluttered between both Rexanna and Az leaving him to fend on his own up there. Occasionally he passed Rex's portrait and chattered to her as he moved things about, making sure to neatly hang her clothes and organise her trinkets.A call downstairs caught his attention and he placed down the golden skirt in his hands, going to stand at the top of the stairs and look down - seeing a young woman there, someone he didn't recognise, Bastien headed down with a welcoming smile on his face. "Hello! Welcome to the Artist's Sanctuary. Can I help you, signora nera?"
BASTIEN
