Lost Potential

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. Safrin did not appear resplendant in stars this time; she was shrouded in a mournful darkness like a widow. Bastien regarded her carefully, unsure what to make of the new appearance and her soft speech. This was a new territory. They both seemed beaten down, defeated. Possibly a little more equal...? "You are welcome, stella. But...tell me it is not my mistake that have made you don such dark clothing? I did not think myself powerful enough over your emotions to control them so." He smiled gently to make his tone playful. "What is on your mind?" It felt odd to be starting a conversation with a Goddess, but the air this time was different, somehow a little more mundane.