they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Bastien laughed, though he shook his head and held a hand up, having to defend the people of Sanctuary. "Things are hard here. You'll grow used to their ways in time; I did." It was certainly a far cry from the luxurious and boisterous dance halls of Venice he'd come from, though as time went on that felt more and more a distant fantasy he'd never again see. "Oh, anywhere I go, colour is soon sure to follow. I cannot help it!"Ah, but to Rexanna, which was an all together sombre topic nowadays. "Oh, she was radiant. Queen of this place, in her life, but...those that would work against people like herself and I saw to her end." Bastien sighed, staring deep into the golden tones of the painting for a moment, allowing himself just a brief escape inwards; but he had a guest, so he swiftly turned back away. "She was an Outlander, indeed! Not from my world; we met here. What world did you come from?"
He watched her walk about, for the moment not saying anything of it. Dani would see many covered canvases, pottery pieces, tapestries, wall hangings...anything one could imagine, it existed in many colours, shapes and skill levels in the Sanctuary.
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