Fine Detail [SE]

Bastien kept working as he noticed the shadow in the door, quite liking the idea of being observed creating and used to spectators as he made art already, having spent many years painting publically in the streets and on the cobbles themselves. He only looked up to nod and smile at Zariah as she came in, his hands slowly pulling away from his work. She asked a question before she introduced herself or asked him to, and he liked that. He had always thought studious, interested types were good at a place like his Artist's guild. "I am creating a gift for my love. It is me and her, sat beneath the tree where we had a wonderful evening. This--" He pointed to a figure that was still rough, still missing a face. "--Is my dear Rexanna, and the other fortunate clay person is myself." He looked up to his spectator. It was late but she seemed to be well awake. "If you still need to make a gift for the holiday, I welcome you to make use of any of the many supplies around here." Bastien motioned about the room. There was wood for carving, painting supplies, more clay...anything the prospective creator could need. "Though I would quite like to know the name of my enchanting collaborator." Bastien Push back, push back, push back, With every word and every breath. What god doesn't give to you, You've got to go and get for yourself.