"I'm glad I was of help." Blake said that since it seemed that the request was finished.
"I'll probably have something else for you to do soon, you can leave if you want." And hearing Daria's words, Blake thought of just saying goodbye.
"I think I'll do that, see you."
"Bye Bye." Blake had actually said his goodbyes as he thought about what he should do next, but just as he was reaching the door, he was caught up in the scene that was taking place in front of him.
Energetic movements as well as a wide range of colors that seemed to fly through the air combined with completely visible precision and joy. That was what Blake saw when his gaze ended on the joyful figure of Daria who seemed to be totally immersed in her own world.
It was almost like watching a show, the small brush that was in her hand was like another part of her body, the colors were gradually taking shape on the canvas in front of her and the concentration was fully visible on her face.
Whatever she was trying to express was taking shape, it was almost as if she was bringing it to life as she added the necessary color to each part of the painting, time had passed, it was not mere minutes, possibly more than an hour had passed since that Blake had been trapped without being able to take his eyes off what was happening, and as the colors continued to appear on the canvas, the end of that whole scene came.
"Well, I think she will like it." Daria was now looking at her work without missing any details.
"Are you kidding me, who wouldn't like it?"
"Ahh!" The roles had been exchanged and Daria's surprised scream was what was heard the moment she realized that she was not alone as she thought. "B-Blake, what are you doing here?!"
"Ah... Now that you mention it..." After that question, Blake was finally aware that he never left once he said goodbye and that he was a spectator of the entire process of how the painting was created that at that time at the moment it was in front of him, but even so, he couldn't take him eyes off it.
The painting did not seem to be something from another world, in itself, it was simply the illustration of a girl being illuminated by a ray of light and surrounded by the nature of the forest while carrying a small harp in her hands and the slight details showed how the wind moved her hair giving a quite beautiful scene, but what really had caught Blake, was that it seemed that this painting was alive, the lines combined with the exact colors and those almost millimeter details made you think that you only had to stretch your hand to form part of that same landscape and enjoy the melody that the girl in the painting was possibly playing.
"I think I've been here since you started working." Blake said scratching his head in embarrassment.
"B-But surely it's been several hours since that, besides, why didn't you say anything?!"
"I'm sorry I was too hypnotized by the situation, but forget that, this painting is beautiful, I don't know about art, but that's what I think at the moment."
"Ah, well... Thank you..." Blake didn't notice, but Daria had removed her nervous face so that a shade of red covered her cheeks just when she heard that, it was the first time anyone had seen her work seriously, and that was something embarrassing for her.
"Do you plan to show it somewhere or maybe sell it?"
"What? No, it's actually a gift."
"Gift?" Blake didn't feel like this painting was just a gift, it had the quality of something that might be hanging inside someone's rich mansion.
"Yes, my sister will have her birthday in a few days and I thought I would send her this painting as a gift, she is the girl in the painting."
"Hmm... Now that I take a good look at it, you do have a certain resemblance."
"Yeah, just that I'm the oldest, I'm sure you can notice that."
"I think you're right…" Blake didn't mean that he couldn't notice that at all, but he continued to stare at the painting for a few more seconds. "Then I guess you'll need someone to help you carry it away, do you want me to?"
"Eh? it is not necessary."
"Come on, it's no problem for me." Blake had no problem helping her even if she had to leave town.
"No, you don't understand me, I don't think you can do it by yourself."
"Why not?" Now Blake was confused by her refusal.
"Because she lives in the Gebu continent, unless you could teleport there, I don't think you could make it in time, hehe."
"So that was it..."
"I really appreciate the thought, but I'd better leave this to the messaging department."
"And they can handle it?" Blake had never heard of this so-called department.
"Of course, they don't have branches all over the world for nothing, it's the easiest way to transport things from one continent to another, plus you don't need to pay too much for their service." Jotting down new information in his head, Blake understood the workings of messaging and gave up his idea of helping.
"I see... Then I think I don't need to stay here, I forgot that I have things to do in the fields, I'm sorry if I bother you in any way."
"Don't worry, I was just a little surprised, and thanks again for your help, see you." Leaving the cabin now, Blake realized that the rain had finally stopped, but aside from that, there was something in his mind at that time.
'It seemed as if Daria acted a little more relaxed, at least she didn't call me assistant every time she finished speaking.' And with just that, Blake began to advance the way he had come before.