like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Deimos asked for more about Venice and so Bastien let his memories and words flow, letting go of restrictions based around embarrassment or going too far (not that he had many). "Some called it the Floating City; in many parts of town instead of streets there are canals, and one travels via Gondola, a kind of boat." A soft smile on his face then; while he was content enough in Caido, there was little Bastien wouldn't give to be gliding down a softly lit canal at the moment. "Tall houses in pale brick make up a lot of the buildings, but at the central plaza there are more elaborate things, such as the Doge's palace. I do not care for the Doge, who...well, to simplify things let's say he was the leader there, but he does have a marvellous house. Gold ceilings with painted panels." He'd shown it to Rexanna only recently in his dream and it felt as if he had actually recently visited; Bastien could recall each painted scene, each glint of gold. Bastien leaned back to sit with his legs crossed on the floor as he focused on pressing delicate pieces of clay together to make a flower, building up layers of thin petals and pinching the ends into neat points with a finger and thumb. "Not everyone. I know it can be easy to dwell on those that are gone, but do not lose sight of those you still have. Those you are yet to meet. With all the Outlanders and the exploration of Caido still incomplete, there may be an entire life's worth of friends out there for you yet." He said encouragingly, looking up briefly to pat Deimos on the shoulder. "We did not have a confirmed afterlife in Venice, either. Some would tell you we did, but when asked for proof, they would always seem to need to leave." Snorting, he shook his head. "I do like the direct nature of this world. Proof of the Gods is undeniable and easy to come across." I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.