Kanaru spent two days in the infirmary already. He just wanted to sleep on his bed for the day. However, when he landed on the viewing deck, he completely abandoned the thought of sleeping early. After all, the dark morning was perfect for a talk with this man, and the ambiance made it more memorable in the mind of an artist.
As the winds blew on the lone island in the middle of the ocean, Fenris stood there waiting.
"Your Majesty…" Kanaru hugged the canvas bag filled with art materials. "It's so cold up here. We should get inside. Erm, Eann gifted me with a hand-crafted heater for our rooms. Do you know that he's so good at making things?"
