[Mini Event] flying too close to the sun

BASTIEN

As people crowded around Ianto Bastien drank from his wine and watched them, finding their reactions to the story almost as interesting as the words themselves. Their rapt faces were wonderful, something he wanted to remember so he could draw it later, all lit by the campfire and brought together by the power of a story.

He had nothing to ask. As a performer he knew how much he hated being interrupted mid-show, and Ianto was definitely a showman.

Though as he heard Safrin, Bastien gritted his teeth. He had wanted to fully involve himself in the traditions of the place this summer so he may understand the land better, but...he did not have the best relationship with his signora delle stelle anymore. Hopefully, if he did have to say anything to her, she wouldn't listen.

I am still waiting for the visions
Possession has yet to take hold of me
We all want to burn on a pyre
So tell me what kind of witch are you