Bastien
Bastien had always been of the opinion that anything pleasurable only stayed such if all people involved were willing and eager; to involve those that didn't want to be involved was only cruel to them and worsened the experience for everyone else. He had taken great care to separate the two cultures his guild inspired and harboured, to make sure consent was given freely in his back room."I see." He looked over the image she had painted. The touch of red was lovely, inspired, added a contrast he very much approved of. Bastien pointed to the brush stroke: "This colour looks very good here because it is complimentary to the green tones in your water, which are subtle but there. So in a way, your impatience earlier has actually improved the work. Each painting holds the soul of it's creator, mistakes and redemption all."
To hear the land was gone though, that was sad; it had clearly been a place of import to Melita. "What happened? And perhaps you can take comfort in knowing it still exists here, on this canvas."
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
