BASTIEN
It was fascinating to see how much the surrounding area of an artist affected their work; a lot of things in the Hollowed Grounds were casted in muted colours, made from the earth and rocky caverns that littered the land. It made sense that the Fae would create from their forest. Bastien reached to take the pendant with the gentlest of fingers, letting the chain droop between his knuckles as he looked it over appreciatively. "Beautiful."
He knew it would be a long shot for a cultural trade to happen, but that she would try was appreciated. "Thank you. Of course, I can gather things here for the Fae. We have our own wonderful artists." Perhaps not quite as exciting for them as the Fae were for Grounders, but something new nonetheless.
With their problems discussed and offers made, Bastien hoped that this conversation had made a difference. It was a first step, at least, even if they had to take it back and forward over and over again. "I appreciate you taking the time to talk to us. You are always welcome to ask me more questions - if I am able to answer, I will."
He knew it would be a long shot for a cultural trade to happen, but that she would try was appreciated. "Thank you. Of course, I can gather things here for the Fae. We have our own wonderful artists." Perhaps not quite as exciting for them as the Fae were for Grounders, but something new nonetheless.
With their problems discussed and offers made, Bastien hoped that this conversation had made a difference. It was a first step, at least, even if they had to take it back and forward over and over again. "I appreciate you taking the time to talk to us. You are always welcome to ask me more questions - if I am able to answer, I will."
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
A generation lost in space
