"Me and Signora Safrin have not always gotten on." Bastien told her, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling at this pretentious, precocious child. Had they always been this obnoxious? It made him feel as old as Beatrix said he was, but he felt he remembered days in Venice where children were better behaved and sweet, listened to their elders.
She continued to walk down. For a moment he simply stood and watched, wondering if he could have a good nights sleep ever again knowing he'd left her to go into the darkness. Dannazione, he couldn't.
"Hey! What if I sing with you, then will you stop going so far down into the caves?" Remembering her song lines from earlier, Bastien tried to invent his own song to continue it, his voice strong and sure and even throwing in a few dance moves.
"Dearest Safrin, lady of the sky,
I am singing to you but know not why,
Please show this little child where you are,
Not in a cave with nothing but scares!"
Not his best work. But he was performing for a 9 year old.
She continued to walk down. For a moment he simply stood and watched, wondering if he could have a good nights sleep ever again knowing he'd left her to go into the darkness. Dannazione, he couldn't.
"Hey! What if I sing with you, then will you stop going so far down into the caves?" Remembering her song lines from earlier, Bastien tried to invent his own song to continue it, his voice strong and sure and even throwing in a few dance moves.
"Dearest Safrin, lady of the sky,
I am singing to you but know not why,
Please show this little child where you are,
Not in a cave with nothing but scares!"
Not his best work. But he was performing for a 9 year old.
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
