they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"If I were a God I fear I would be a lazy one. One only interested in looking as good as I can as I lay golden over my sofa being fed grapes." Rexanna couldn't see it, but she would surely know he was pretending to lay back, eyes closed and imaginary grapes being fed into his waiting mouth.It occurred to him that Rexanna could not see what it was Pittore looked like, so he began a short description. "Yes. I am not sure of his species, but he is small and humanoid with a green tint to his skin. He is about three feet tall and has one of the sweetest faces I have seen...though it is often covered in smudges of my paints." It was clear from his tone he was not truly upset by this and in fact found it endearing; he felt lucky to have found a companion who shared his interest in the arts.
Pittore, delighted by Rexanna welcoming him, attempt to climb up on the sofa to sit by her, little legs pushing him up. Bastien leaned down to help, speaking as he did. "Pittore means painter in Italian, the language of Venice. When I first found him after Longnight, he had been painting and has not stopped since, so it seemed appropriate. It appears he has taken to you." Pittore, once successfully on the couch, leaned towards Rexanna, trying to curl up nearby - it seemed the little gremlin had little perception of personal space.
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