they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"And I am sure you will be an excellent teacher." Bastien said with a smile, continuing to paint as Rexanna showed Pittore how the project worked. It felt pleasantly domestic, just him and his wife and the little soul learning between them; in the recent months he had felt more of a yearning for fatherhood than he ever had before.Pittore took the threads from Rexanna and with his little stubby fingers did his best to replicate her work. It was messy, with holes and a lopsided edge, but a definite attempt to continue the pattern appeared over the next few minutes. Bastien looked over and grinned, his brush pausing on the base coat of The Voice's face. "You do seem to pick up the arts with a brilliant speed, little Pittore."
Happily babbling away, Pittore pushed the threads back to Rexanna, eager for her to feel the work. Content that they were getting along, Bastien went back to discussing his painting. "I have an idea for this work, cara, and I want you to tell me if I am going insane. As we all know, The Voice has become even more unpopular than she was after The Blight and well...I am not a fighter nor am I a diplomat, so I cannot help her in the same ways as others. But I am an artist, and I know how to make a statement."
Stepping back from his canvas for a moment to look at his work so far, he continued, visualising the scene. "I wish to hang this in the temple at the dead of night, over the shrine there. Right with their Old Gods. The statement should be simple enough - she is as much as, if not better."
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