they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"Thank you. It grows easier with the passing of the Seasons." Though he knew Deepfrost, the first Longnight since her death, would be difficult; Bastien was trying to ignore that for the time being, but it was certainly in the back of his mind. Would they lose anyone else this year? He didn't know if he could take more weeping. "I have...it was a mistake, in a way. An attempt to do a good deed that was twisted by the Gods into something worse. I have made amends with the man that caused it to be."Deimos had only been trying to help those caught in Longnight's dangers, after all. Bastien knew the Sword had loved Rexanna too; he had been blinded by his rage for a moment, but no longer.
Perhaps she thought her world was boring, but the sound of 'existed in books' sounded very interesting indeed to Bastien. "Whatever do you mean?" He asked, brush now completely lifted off the canvas. "That you did a lot of reading, or the world itself was constructed from books? A giant library? You must tell me more!" Already his mind was brimming with fantastical ideas, Dani walking along floating pages up into a tent made from a book binding, ready to sleep on a roll made of scrap paper.
"I come from a world called Earth...a place called Venice. It was beautiful, but as the time goes by it feels more like a dream." He smiled sadly, though the sting of homesickness had lessened over the years.
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