they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
Bastien found himself in hopeful spirits as he headed up towards the college to help with the preparations. True, Deepfrost had never been a good time and it had no real reason to be this year, but he had always been an optimist. His child was coming very soon and he couldn't wait to meet them, even if that greeting would be in the darkness. "Deimos! Hello, my newly-wed stoic friend!" He called as he came in through the door, swanning through the College; for all the world looking like a man with all his strength.
He brought with him in his arms some furs that he had collected for the Artist's Sanctuary: It would be nice to have them back, but for the moment they were of more use here where people would be gathered in the deadly cold. Dropping them by the door, he hold his hands out, indicating he was ready to be instructed as for what to do.
BASTIEN
