[PQ] The Artist's Sanctuary

REXANNA i am your friend, a soul for your soul. home. sun or water, here or away — “Just let me lead.” She listened to Caiside, and agreed happily. He took her hand and the other on her hip, and she rested her own in his hand and on his shoulder – pausing briefly to listen to the thrum of the music that Lucas was playing, the beat underlying beneath the music. And soon, Caiside stepped, and Rexanna breezed with him. At first, they spent part of it with repetitive, circles of dancing, which Rexanna had grown familiar with but he surprised her when he threw in a few others. Luckily for Caiside, Rexanna was adaptive, and she too offered her own spin on things until Caiside mentions to Bastien, and her own sapphire gaze slips to him as she rises from the dip with a small grin. And she watched while he moved forward and bowed his head. Their arms linked, and they danced around the room with joy and happiness, a radiant excitement that seemed to glimmer on every bit and piece of the room. But then, just when Rexanna was enjoying it the most, there needed work to be done. And they split, though Rexanna remained unconsciously close to Bastien when he began to instruct them in aiding the decoration of the Artist’s Guild. Her head swiveled to Lucas when he spoke of the stage, and that was when she spotted the boxes of decorations – breezing toward it to begin laying out the pieces here and there. "I've got the decorations here!" She chimed, excitedly. In the box, she had found a few trinkets, and waltzed around the room to place them in areas where they wouldn’t easily be knocked over or dropped, but places that added a certain ambiance to the room. A few extra pieces of décor that could be put on the walls to give a bit of a homier look, to make it more warm and welcoming. And when she had managed to place everything she had picked in the box, she sat back to observe it with happiness and excitement. —we are a lighthouse, we leave and we stay.