B a s t i e n
I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin
"I don't know of anyone mighty enough to even think of attempting it. Those of us that are the most powerful are focused on the war, anyway." He certainly wasn't one of them. Bastien considered briefly if Wessex, Remi or Deimos, people he considered strong, would be able to take a dragon - he doubted it, even for them.
As for what King he served, his nose wrinkled at the word, but Bastien couldn't blame Darkeye for not knowing. "We do not have a King here, only an Overseer, and she is not superior to us. Her name is Isla. I can take you to see her, if you'd like. She is an Ascended, as am I, meaning she is aligned to the New Gods." Flicking his gaze over, Bastien tried to see if he could spot any fangs in the newcomer's mouth.
"Oh, I paint for the most part, though in my Artist's Sanctuary we welcome all mediums; I am proficient enough in most to teach. If you ever wanted to sculpt there, you would be welcome." They'd actually never had a stone sculptor, only wood. "Come with me. I can take you to the Settlement. There are many houses there that were abandoned long ago, and some of them have been outfitted to house newcomers like yourself. Once you've found your way, you can claim one of the others for yourself, if you wish." He began to walk away from the Spire towards the town, glancing up at the sky and making sure it was mild and dull enough that he wouldn't have to rush away from the sun any time soon.
And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within
You crawl up in there and join me within