Breakfast wouldn't be for a couple of hours, but Kye was already standing in front of the Great Hall. She gazed ahead, her mind was rather... fuzzy. No thoughts passed through, no daydreaming, or anything else for that matter, except for what could be described as a small voice of motivation to keep going. Keep moving. Do what needs to be done. Finding herself having come to a complete stop, Kye stared blankly at the doors before her. It was clear that the message was not being received loudly enough, wasn't it? That would change soon. She walked through to the other side of the hall and put down her bucket at the wall behind the staff table. She dipped her brush, letting the paint cling in a generous portion, before it hit the wall. In as big of an arc as she could make, Kye got to work. It wouldn't be long before the hawk was clearly made out, and the message could be received. Soon the hawk was saturated, and a few drops of the red paint started to make their way down. Her work in here was done. Kye spun on the spot, and left the Great Hall. Her bucket was not yet empty... |