An Art Prodigy

Two buds blooming together

In a clear summer they flourish

They are yet to finish their winter

But they believe in the love they cherish

Ramuja sat on the bench, his face had a tint of blush as he tried to hide his shame. His master carefully caressed him while adorning his face with the flowers from the garden. Ramuja trembled whenever Aster looked satisfied with his decoration and then started painting again.

They were in his master's room, Ramuja sat on the balcony while Aster sat on a chair. Aster mixed the color and started painting again. Ramuja was ordered to stay silent until Aster finished his painting.

"M—Milord, I don't think I'm the right person to be painted…" Ramuja said sheepishly. Aster frowned, his brush's movement stopped. He tilted his head so he could see the shy Ramuja.