Bastien was looking for a Shrine to The Voice he had heard of, after his lack of luck in the temple. Perhaps he could try again to contact her, find some kind of instruction to latch onto, a way to achieve his goal of ascending to godhood. He knew this was where she had first appeared, so perhaps it would be somewhat of a hotspot...he wasn't sure. He was getting a little desperate.
He was surprised as he came to the entrance and heard...childish singing. Bastien stood at the opening to the dark, for a moment wondering if this was some kind of trick. A poltergeist or beast hiding as an innocent child. But...a part of his heart tugged at him: if it were a real child, he could not in good conscience leave her to wander beneath the ground.
Closing his eyes and rubbing the moon on his neck, he entered. As he got closer to Beatrix, he recognised the words of the song to be about Safrin...he hoped fervently this was not going to be a trick of hers.
When Beatrix was in sight, he waved. He had never been good with children, but he knelt and tried to adopt a friendly smile. "Piccola Cucciola, what are you doing down here? It is far too dangerous for little girls. Besides, Safrin is in the sky. She won't hear you down here."
He was surprised as he came to the entrance and heard...childish singing. Bastien stood at the opening to the dark, for a moment wondering if this was some kind of trick. A poltergeist or beast hiding as an innocent child. But...a part of his heart tugged at him: if it were a real child, he could not in good conscience leave her to wander beneath the ground.
Closing his eyes and rubbing the moon on his neck, he entered. As he got closer to Beatrix, he recognised the words of the song to be about Safrin...he hoped fervently this was not going to be a trick of hers.
When Beatrix was in sight, he waved. He had never been good with children, but he knelt and tried to adopt a friendly smile. "Piccola Cucciola, what are you doing down here? It is far too dangerous for little girls. Besides, Safrin is in the sky. She won't hear you down here."
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty