It was the time when the breeze was cool, bringing with it the sense of white snow scattered over the plants…-.
Within the forest of beautiful autumn colors, Kaede had organized a painting meetup.
Medi: “Your skill at mixing is quite wonderful! This is the first time I’ve seen paint of such beautiful color!!”
Patir: “Really? I’m glad you like it.”
Kaede: “Seems I was right to call on Patir when it comes to paint.”
Luke: “Um… pardon me.”
Luke timidly spoke up from the edge of the group as the three carried on.
Luke: “I came here as Medi’s companion, but is it really alright for me to be here, given I have no artistic sense…?”
Kaede: “Of course it’s alright. One aspect of fine art is having someone who can enjoy it.”
Medi: “Precisely. Anyone can open the door of fine art. Come Luke, enjoy my art to your heart’s content!”
At Medi’s triumphant shout, Luke once again turned his eyes to the painting…
Luke: “…I wonder why. It seems there is an impassable wall that will not allow me to pass through the door of fine art.”
Kaede: “It’s good to experience things outside of your usual. For example, this painting has an originality to it for me.”
Patir: “Now that you say that… when painting the autumn colors, you would use many colors.”
Luke: “White and blue, and black too… it’s true there are a lot of colors here.”
Patir: “See? And what made you choose to use this color?”
Medi: “The colors that your eye sees are different than the colors your heart feels… Naturally these are the colors I use for when I am expressing my view of things!”
Kaede: “Hmm… that’s a profound answer.”
Patir: “Colors your heart feels huh. That’s an interesting way to look at it.”
Luke: “A rare honest opinion from Medi…? …so basically, this painting has the princess in it too?”
Medi: “That’s right. She’s here smiling over this way, see?”
Patir: “…where exactly is she in this painting…?”
Kaede: “Well…to each his own.”
Medi: “Now then, it’s time for the finishing touches!”
Medi’s paintbrush danced across the canvas without any hesitation.
As the first layer dried, the other three searched within the painting for the existence of his Honey.
END