don't pull me, don't pull me down from the ceiling
At the addition of another companion in his lap, Bastien jumped, but didn't seem to mind too much, idly moving to pet Zhanshi too. In his right mind he would likely have more questions about the small flying shark, but in the odd fog he currently resided in, he didn't have the energy to worry too much about it. Pittore pulled faces, but as long as the shark didn't hurt him, let it share his master's lap.
"Again, you may be surprised..." He mumbled, but watched Amun to let himself be 'shown' what it was his guest needed. Bastien opened his mouth to object to his wasteful use of the paint but then shut it without saying anything, remembering how often he had expressed praise for unconventional use of materials: hopefully Amun would do something worthwhile of the mess.
He leaned forward to see more of the painting so far, when Amun's question came. "Of course we do, Amun. The Voice takes them and places them in her own new world, when we die here. How could she do that if we did not have them?"
"Again, you may be surprised..." He mumbled, but watched Amun to let himself be 'shown' what it was his guest needed. Bastien opened his mouth to object to his wasteful use of the paint but then shut it without saying anything, remembering how often he had expressed praise for unconventional use of materials: hopefully Amun would do something worthwhile of the mess.
He leaned forward to see more of the painting so far, when Amun's question came. "Of course we do, Amun. The Voice takes them and places them in her own new world, when we die here. How could she do that if we did not have them?"
BASTIEN
