[PQ] The Artist's Sanctuary

REXANNA i am your friend, a soul for your soul. home. sun or water, here or away — Rexanna had read the notice from Bastien, wondering how he found the time after everything had happened to tell people of his rebirth, and how it would be handled. If it was easily slipped over because of the obvious — the attack on the spire demon — or if people would come storming with questions. Regardless, Rexanna wanted to be there, to see the artist guild and to offer her services like she had offered for Bastien in the quiet starlit room of his church, uncertain of where the said church stood now. If he abandoned it and whether it would be used for anything else. She had many questions, but she didn’t feel the need to bring them up, not now or perhaps not ever. She wanted to go to support her friend and his new activities, and it was something she thought she was good at. Yet when she arrived and breezed into his home, wearing a soft blouse with no collar and the soft bruising from Bastien’s bite fading along her neck, she paused in her step as she beheld that she was the last one to attend. She awkward cleared her throat, smiling toward them all, nodding to Lucas and offering a small wave to both Caiside and Seiji, having not recalled seeing them before. “Sorry I’m late.” She said after a moment, putting down a jacket she had brought just in case it was cold — figuring Bastien’s new found Ascension might not require him to keep the place warm enough for those without. Best to be safe. Finally she smiled to Bastien with a bright happy grin and nodded in greeting. “I’d love to help too.” She offered turning to the two she hadn’t met yet, also uncertain if Lucas and her had shared names at the Masquerade or not. “I’m Rexanna.” —we are a lighthouse, we leave and we stay.