'Siri'
Bastien was the sharing type, it seemed. His hyperbolic praise paled in light of the desperate sort of sadness he exuded. The kind people got lost in, if they lacked the strength to pull themselves out. Stepping over one of the planks belonging to the woman of all women, Iris stood by the wall, next to Amun. She wondered if the two were friends as she watched him, once again, mold metal as if it were water. She agreed, it was impressive.
Seeing no harm in sating Bastien's curiosity, she explained. "For my father. He lost his head a little over two years ago." Was the statement made a bit too flatly? Perhaps. "I better get my materials and get started." Iris walked into the Artist's Sanctuary, noting that the space seemed to have morphed from the last time she was there, if only from the seemingly random littering of artists' supplies and projects.
Having bought what she needed, she stopped by the kitchen, retrieving three glasses before heading out. Out on the street again, she raised them in offering, "Care to wet your palates, gentlemen?" She nodded at Bastien, "It's written somewhere that no heavy lifting should be done without the appropriate lubricant." Extending a glass to Amun, she added, "As a 'tank you' to the helpful artist, I've brought out some of Torchline's finest. It was father's favorite."
Seeing no harm in sating Bastien's curiosity, she explained. "For my father. He lost his head a little over two years ago." Was the statement made a bit too flatly? Perhaps. "I better get my materials and get started." Iris walked into the Artist's Sanctuary, noting that the space seemed to have morphed from the last time she was there, if only from the seemingly random littering of artists' supplies and projects.
Having bought what she needed, she stopped by the kitchen, retrieving three glasses before heading out. Out on the street again, she raised them in offering, "Care to wet your palates, gentlemen?" She nodded at Bastien, "It's written somewhere that no heavy lifting should be done without the appropriate lubricant." Extending a glass to Amun, she added, "As a 'tank you' to the helpful artist, I've brought out some of Torchline's finest. It was father's favorite."
