BASTIEN
Stimulation in body and soul
Bastien had often been someone that lead a slow life. Not a sedentary one; he was nearly always up and about, doing one thing or another, but he tended to take on duties he could make his own schedules around, tasks he could idle with and muse over. His sanctuary had been this entirely, his own dream-like space to swan about in.Since becoming leader, that had not been the case. Suddenly he was responsible for so much, answers expected he had not had the week before the title, and that he did not have now. Places to explore, decisions to make...Bastien had so much to do that he had almost gone a whole three days without touching a paintbrush, a first in many years.
At least he did not have to shoulder the burden alone. He had asked to meet Isla for a discussion of...well, everything, really. What to ask the Voice for in the coming season, his meeting with the Core, the general state of the Grounds and the rising threat of the Order, along with many other small issues he hadn't even considered before he'd had this position.
How had Wessex made it seem so easy?
Drawing into the Theskyra house's sitting room, still the most private and comfortable place to meet, he waited for his Overseer-in-arms to arrive. Perhaps a little dramatic, he had a large, sheer purple drape over himself, making his body a vague shape on the chair; stars on it glittered in the dusk light from the window.
For the good and misguided
