Singing to Safrin? Ah yes, like Ianto had said. Bastien hoped the girl's song would not attract down the star goddess to the cave. With a slightly nervous glance back behind himself, as if expecting to see a sudden night sky and Safrin herself stood there, he shook his head and turned back to Beatrix as she revealed her Aunt Edrei. He wanted to sigh, knowing that if this girl was related to his old coworker she was sure to be a handle.
"Well. This place is dangerous for big and little girls. For most people, really. And wouldn't you rather sing out where it's warm and sunny? There are flowers out there in every colour you can imagine." He gestured outside. He knew that would have worked on himself as a child, but he had no idea if it would appeal to this particular girl.
This, he remembered, was why he did not make a habit of speaking to children. "My name is Bastien. What is your name? Let's go on a walk outside of the dark scary cave, hm?"
"Well. This place is dangerous for big and little girls. For most people, really. And wouldn't you rather sing out where it's warm and sunny? There are flowers out there in every colour you can imagine." He gestured outside. He knew that would have worked on himself as a child, but he had no idea if it would appeal to this particular girl.
This, he remembered, was why he did not make a habit of speaking to children. "My name is Bastien. What is your name? Let's go on a walk outside of the dark scary cave, hm?"
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
