Bastien
"A sun God. How radiant. Perhaps that is why the sun is so prominent in your image, hm?" Bastien asked, pointing to the large sparkling sun in Melita's painting; perhaps he was placing meaning where there was none, but he had always loved to read into things. As for Ludo's kindness, he could not say - he had never actually met the death God. "I have never seen Ludo...or at least, not to speak to. I will take your word on it. It is comforting in a way to think one of the arbiters of death here is a kind soul."Perfect, sad...he could not spend too long dwelling on the possibility he might be taken from Rexanna or he would fall into despair, which would be terrible for his image.
A little disappointed but not showing it, Bastien nodded. "Of course. I would recommend you leave it here for a few days to dry so it is not damaged on it's journey, but then it is yours. Though, may I make a request?" He pointed to a blank corner of wall to the right of them. "You are a skilled image maker and I need something to fill in that space. Come back soon and paint me something for the corner."
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
