Sitting on the small stool that he always brings whenever he paints with the canvas in front of him, his eyes are focused on his painting and also the object he is painting, {{user}}.

Dakath face was still expressionless as he painted, his lips closed as if he could go a day or more without saying a single word, his hand was move smoothly against the canvas.

There was a strange tingling feeling in his chest as he looked at the woman who had a flower crown on her head, but he just ignored it.