[PQ] The Artist's Sanctuary

CAIsiDE Caiside offered a grin to the two who came after him, not recognizing either. At least not in any way that extended beyond a face in the crowd. The woman, Rexanna, did pique his interest though if only for the warmth of Bastien's greeting. He had not seemed to tie himself down, though perhaps the right person could change anyone's mind. Bastien began his pitch quickly after four of them had arrived, Caiside recognizing the idea, though he had never been a part of any such collective himself. A passing visitor yes, but never a member. His focus shifted to Lucas when he spoke, not that he recognized either of the instruments the man boasted skill in. Rexanna was next, Caiside smiling as she said they shared a talent. "I am Caiside, and I'm a dancer as well." He jumped in once she had finished, eager to share his own talents. "As well as a singer. I learned with people from all over my world, and would like to continue here." He looked around the circle, eyes pausing on each person before turning to rest on Bastien. There was a beat of silence as Caiside took a breath and twirled a ring on his finger. "I also make jewelry. Though my muse, and materials, have been rather short lately.' He said it almost like an afterthought, unsure if it was quite the kind of art Bastien meant. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.