The Brightest Stars

Caiside caught himself leaning into Bastiens fevered words, the fantasy grabbing his imagination. He could see it, and he could tell just from the way the man spoke that Bastien could see it too. Greatness, his name on the lips of all who saw him. It was the kind of role he could slip into easily, that he could wear wrapped around his shoulders like an elegant cloak, a comfort and a statement ”It is the kind of position I like to inhabit.” Caiside followed Bastiens gaze, looking over the portrait of the goddess. He wasn’t entirely sold on all of this yet, but he had joined other causes on flimsier reasoning. It wouldn’t be bad to have a place back in some kind of spotlight. And this didn’t even sound like much work, compared to the things he had done for power and renown before. Bastien turned back towards him, and Caiside looked up to meet his gaze. The hand that reached out to take a strand of hair surprised him with its boldness, but Caiside leaned into it regardless. ”You do make it all sound so good.” Caiside breathed, batting his eyes. ”I don’t know if I believe in what you do, but I do know the power of these things. Perhaps I could be shown some kind of... example, of what I’d be in for?” A breathy laugh accompanied the words, Caiside teaching up to grab onto Bastiens hand gently. If he was going to join something he didn’t believe in, he might as well make sure he could have a good time with it first. Caiside heir of fire and ash