[SWE] The Festival of Lights

Bastien

Bastien would have jumped as Archebald replied instead of Rexanna, but he had practiced staying graceful. He simply turned and politely listened to the man's evaluation of the lanterns, 'hmm'-ing and nodding where appropriate. He could have launched into a full discussion of the phenomenology of mark-making were it not for the (perhaps blessed) interruption of a second man.

He had no answers himself for what it could mean, so he simply shrugged, looking across at the faces of people attending the gathering. "They are not mourning..." He commented quietly, thinking to himself that he would ask some Naturals at the bar the next day.

It took a moment for him to realise Rexanna was addressing him and he placed a hand to chest. "Oh, sorry, cara. Bastien De Rosieres." In Venice this would have been where he kissed her cheeks, but he didn't want to overstep and simply bowed a little. "Rexanna...and oh. You two gentlemen of course. What are your names? I assume you found yourselves stranded in this strange place too?" He asked, looking towards Archebold and Deimos.