Kid, I feel like yelling
Ring the bell and bang the drum
He was pleased to see so many Ascended faces bright and cheerful, doing well - Bastien smiled and chatted with each, eyes cast down to his embroidery work, fingers moving deftly over the fabric and letting the room's conversation flow around him, for the most part. He'd always been a host, a facilitator, someone to open the doors and let people walk through; his favourite place to be was the middle of a room like this.
A banging on the table drew his attention and he looked up to see one of his guests, the one he didn't really know, with his head slammed into it. At first he worried the man may have fainted or been overcome with illness, but he seemed to sit up well enough and speak. "I would ask that you please refrain from using my tables for self injury." Bastien said with a polite, joking tone, though there was some genuine concern in his eyes. "As for wood tools, look in the cabinet there-" He pointed to a set of drawers in one of the back corners, a roughly carved statue of a bird unfinished atop it, made and deserted by a member of the guild a while ago.
Anyway, he was happy to see those he did know doing well; Bastien looked over to Azrael with a fond, proud smile, every bit an adoring parent. "My dear, just do whatever you feel. Remember what we said about art - it comes from you, first and foremost. If you want to, just close your eyes, feel the paint and use your fingers. Whatever you need to do in the moment." Especially while they were young, he thought it was good for them to experiment.
A banging on the table drew his attention and he looked up to see one of his guests, the one he didn't really know, with his head slammed into it. At first he worried the man may have fainted or been overcome with illness, but he seemed to sit up well enough and speak. "I would ask that you please refrain from using my tables for self injury." Bastien said with a polite, joking tone, though there was some genuine concern in his eyes. "As for wood tools, look in the cabinet there-" He pointed to a set of drawers in one of the back corners, a roughly carved statue of a bird unfinished atop it, made and deserted by a member of the guild a while ago.
Anyway, he was happy to see those he did know doing well; Bastien looked over to Azrael with a fond, proud smile, every bit an adoring parent. "My dear, just do whatever you feel. Remember what we said about art - it comes from you, first and foremost. If you want to, just close your eyes, feel the paint and use your fingers. Whatever you need to do in the moment." Especially while they were young, he thought it was good for them to experiment.
There's just no telling all the things that you’ll become
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