who could ask for anything more

OLIVER

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love

and patiently wait for an awakening

Oliver nodded and flipped to a particular page of his book. Inside it was an attempt at drawing a mouse. A couple of them were half complete and looked a bit more like they were made of clay. However, one was decently finished and didn't look too bad. There was still room for improvement, clearly, but it was better than the other attempts in certain aspects. "Yeah...I've found that having visual models helps me out a whole lot. Like, trying to draw a luxere from memory is surprisingly hard. I couldn't get the head proportions correct, not at all." It was more of a side comment than Oliver actually asking for models. Once LongNight ended, he'd try to find things he could use. Maybe he could practice birds by asking Sunjata to model for him.

"I want to improve, so badly...do more than just flowers." Maybe someday he'd be able to visit Bastien at his guild in order to learn from others, for now he wasn't entirely sure if the offer was even on the table anymore. He assumed it wasn't.

Of course Bastien knew who Amun was. Oliver wasn't sure if it was a good thing that Bastien belonged to his...Sanctuary? Olvier had no idea what that was, but he absolutely heard the pause in Bastien's speech. He didn't take it too hard, he had learned by then that Amun flirted with many people of different types. Wincing, Oliver shook his head. "It...isn't that simple. I know I want to befriend him..." And continue to get my blood sucked by him...

Trailing off, Oliver seemed to space off a small bit, a bit in his own thoughts. "It's fine though, it doesn't bother me too much." Whether that was truthful or not was up for debate. "What is this sanctuary you mentioned?"