Open Fields of Grace

Kalt seemed to hesitate then replied with a friendly enough manner, so Bastien relaxed and sat back on the grass, nodding along to his words. "Teaching often produces boring, one note artists, I think." He commented, thinking back on the strict rules of the art classrooms he had sometimes visited. "It is better to learn by oneself and have the chance to break from the norm." Of course, he had charged a considerable amount of money at home to tutor noble children in the ways of art, but he had always felt good art came from the common man and stiffening the talents of spoiled brats made little difference. "Kalt." Bastien nodded and took the hand, shook it with a handshake equal parts strong and graceful (practised). "I am Bastien De Rosieres. I have never limited myself to just one medium, though at the moment I find myself attracted to the siren songs of the canvas and paints the most. I have been at times a performer, singer, writer, though; anything the spirits of bohemia can ask of me. Are you a musician by trade?" BASTIEN This tiresome desire to shock and amaze Perhaps I’ll grow out of it one of these days