Bastien
He watched as Phoebe took pleasure in his defeat. Of course she would; had their positions been reversed Bastien would be grinning and dancing. But her smile faded and Bastien watched her turn to the stove; he waited for his cup of tea and was rather insulted when he didn't get one.
Rubbing his neck, he sighed and shrugged. "I suppose...I already knew it was a risky idea when I began. But I have built my life on those, and I needed a thing to do. So I choose Safrin. But...I have since met the Golden Goddess, who was much more helpful and kind, and she told me more of the Gods...There is much I do not know."
"And..." He shifted, uncomfortable, spoke with a true sadness in his voice: "My Lady Safrin has begun to spurn me. So I need little point in continuing. But I think my church is...good for these people. It gives them a place to indulge."
He looked up to Phoebe with a small smile. "I come to you, signora, because sometimes an enemy gives better advice than a friend. How would you have my church formed?"
Rubbing his neck, he sighed and shrugged. "I suppose...I already knew it was a risky idea when I began. But I have built my life on those, and I needed a thing to do. So I choose Safrin. But...I have since met the Golden Goddess, who was much more helpful and kind, and she told me more of the Gods...There is much I do not know."
"And..." He shifted, uncomfortable, spoke with a true sadness in his voice: "My Lady Safrin has begun to spurn me. So I need little point in continuing. But I think my church is...good for these people. It gives them a place to indulge."
He looked up to Phoebe with a small smile. "I come to you, signora, because sometimes an enemy gives better advice than a friend. How would you have my church formed?"
