Bastien
Bastien knelt down to look at Fangorn, thoroughly mystified by the small vegetable. Was this a miniature version of that 'pumpkin' that had so hurt Rexanna? It was rather cute. "I see...then he matches you well." With a kind smile he stood and took a rag to wipe his hands with, taking off paint and grease with a distracted expertise."If I don't see you back here, I will put out a search party." He promised with a wink, then as Melita went to leave (with another thank you and goodbye from the painter) he took her work and hung it to dry by the window, sure it might attract some visitors to the guild in the prime position.
~fin
Let's pick the truth that we believe in
like a bad religion
