Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Aug 8, 2009 22:33:15 GMT -5
Yes, the morning was quite melancholy, but for once, it reflected how Kennie was feeling. The enchanted ceiling reflected a dismal grey sky, laden with heavy clouds that threatened to burst at any moment. A mist hung thick about the grounds, making it hard to decipher any clear shapes through the large windows in the Great Hall. Even the hundreds of candles that illuminated the room seemed duller. Kennie looked down at her untouched breakfast. She wasn't hungry. She began absently pushing her sausage across her plate, while resting her head on her fist, elbow on the table.
