[PQ] The Artist's Sanctuary

CAIsiDE Dancing had to be the most fun Caiside had had since he was plucked from his own world like a ripe fruit. It felt natural, the way Rexanna, and then Bastien stepped into the dance, as if it had been rehearsed. Though of course, the first meeting of a fledgling guild had to involve some actual work, a fact Bastien reminded them all of as Lucas’ music came to a halt. Lucas began preparations on a stage, and Rexanna set to work decorating, but Caiside found himself looking at the space itself. It was an unusable space as it was arranged now, at least for anything creative. Space has to be opened up and sectioned apart in a way that made sense, but was ultimately malleable. Caiside took a moment to consider what he had to work with, then set about moving furniture, arranging things around the vision in his mind quietly, save for the occasional mumble to himself. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.