like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, In order to make the construction of the altar secure, this part would take quite a while; they needed to build up a good base, make sure it was smooth and fitted well to the wall before moving on. The work was however quite monotonous and easy, so Bastien turned to speak as he did it, practiced fingers still moving over the surface of the clay. "It is nice sometimes to feel what we do and to not rely on the magics and gadgets we receive here, don't you think?" While he did not have the mighty powers Deimos possessed, Bastien did sometimes make himself walk somewhere and purposefully did not use his hoverboard, to simply feel the joy of using his feet. Perhaps Deimos didn't feel the same way, but there was something satisfying and pure about the way the clay squished between his fingers. Pressing in some little divots to create texture for new clay to stick to, he thought of some polite conversation to pass the time. Deimos was not the most talkative of people but Bastien very much was, and there was no way he would spend this time in silence. "So, how is Amalia? I cannot say I have seen the both of you since your wedding." I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.