BASTIEN
"Lost memories? Odd, that seems to be a plague of sorts here." Bastien put a hand to his chin as he thought about it, glad he had not fallen victim to that specific misfortune. His memories made him who he was, taught him how to be. That it seemed to be a common thing was a worry to him.
As much as the Sanctuary did have altruistic elements to it, it had mostly at least at first been motivated by a need for fame and the building of a hedonistic community. That it had ended up helping so many young artists was a happy effect for sure, but it had not been the original intention. Still, Bastien only smiled. "I can only hope someone continued it in my absence."
What do you do at your guild? was a big question. "Anything creative our members want to do, really...paint, draw, sing. After Longnight I intend to organise more performances and exhibitions. Overall I am trying to bring the joy of art to this...often dreary place."
As much as the Sanctuary did have altruistic elements to it, it had mostly at least at first been motivated by a need for fame and the building of a hedonistic community. That it had ended up helping so many young artists was a happy effect for sure, but it had not been the original intention. Still, Bastien only smiled. "I can only hope someone continued it in my absence."
What do you do at your guild? was a big question. "Anything creative our members want to do, really...paint, draw, sing. After Longnight I intend to organise more performances and exhibitions. Overall I am trying to bring the joy of art to this...often dreary place."
You standing beside me
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
