they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"Mm. If I were not committed here, I would like to spend more time on the beaches there." Of course, the whole allergic-to-the-sun thing came into it too, but Bastien didn't like to dwell on that which he couldn't control. Besides, he did actually like the Hollowed Grounds, as dreary and depressing as it could be - liked the challenge of infusing it with colour as often as he could.He watched her go to the lounge and organise it, a private little smile on his lips; usually, people would stare at him blankly and ask that he set them up, unsure of how their bodies looked best. Clearly, Maeve had confidence and knowledge of herself, and he respected that. "Beautiful. Respectable, but alluring - perfect for your establishment." He commented, once she had gotten herself situated.
Shrugging to indicate he was fine with her how she was, Bastien leaned down to pick up various pencils and brushes from a pot by the easel. "So, how did you come to own this Halenani? Last time I heard, our local Midwife was in charge, though I did always think that was an odd fit."
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