The Brightest Stars

BASTIEN Caiside's initial speechless reaction was just what Bastien wanted. He loved to be a spectacle, to see the amazed faces of onlookers on his performance; the church was his biggest show yet. He swanned inside and lit some candles, first the magical one from Safrin which dotted the stars and blue shadow around, then some normal ones simply for light. "Ah...Thank you for the compliments, friend. I'm afraid Safrin's realm is a mystery to even me, her most devoted follower. She...is vague, as to what her exact ruling domain is. But whenever she appears to me, she is bathed in the most beautiful night skies, stars on her skin and sparkling in her hair. Ah, sono innamorato." That did bring something else to mind. While he stepped over to a drinks crate in the corner of the room and motioned for Caiside to sit, Bastien spoke over his shoulder. "So, let me ask you. You said you were divine...so what is your realm? And is it one that condones a little treat?" As he asked the last question, he wiggled a bottle of wine in his hand. you never had time for metaphor, or, rather, you had time to spare for those who used it with care, holy mother star