Blue, it flooded in to bright for the dim settings. It was full of vibrant life, colorful and erratic, the little droplets were carried by a swarm of ants. They were meticulous, quick to work with little chatter. It seemed they communicated on some deep level as one unit, their features when compared to each neighbor was similar kin, as if they had been beaten from the same clay.  They had split off, down the hallways, gathering old paintings, rolling up rugs, lifitng furniture to only fill the space with what had been brought.<br/><br/>Vivian wouldn't be able to follow their path, she wanted to. Panic was thick in her chest, what were they doing! They were touching Master's things, they were rearranging her home right before her eyes and stripping it off its flesh. The young woman had stepped away from the door, her hand lifting as if she might to orchestrate the mess herself but she couldn't find her voice. How did she stop what was happening when she herself could not be certain.<br/><br/>It was the solid voice of a man that finally drew her attention away from the invaders. Standing trimput was a man who ego spoke for itself, the blue belonged to him. How could it not, it seemed to leak from his pores and stain whatever he touched.  He was going to stain her Master's home.<br/><br/>It was anger next, it rushed through her life a fire. It wanted to rage against the ocean gathered around her. She seemed now to stand out in comparison with her vibrant red hair. It was clear it had been cut recently, and only clear because the ends were jagged and unwell, done in a rush over a sink by hands that had never had to hold scissors for any task before.<br/><br/>His words seemed to have had an effect, those still there, left over from the last reign were ready to leave and accept a nice cushion to settle upon. Many had been there so long they had forgotten what it was like to no longer work for they had aged themselves into the very walls.<br/><br/>Vivian didn't move, she stood still now as her gaze landed on an older man. The pair had rarely gotten along, he had tutored her when she was younger and now tended to the greenhouse, fussing over herbs. The man was short and stout, she believed that the earth was trying to reclaim him. His eyes and hair the same color as everything else about him, just dull. The man cleared her throat and moved his hand to gesture to Vivian. She wanted to steal one more moment from the oaf, upstage him like she had before. He disliked her because she found his teaching of history boring and had enjoyed pointing out his mistakes.<br/><br/>The ginger stood as tall as she could. Black heels helped leaving her a staggering 5'6. She tilted her chin up and frowned. "I guess I am stuck here then, how unlucky I get to watch you drown this place in such a color," she wouldn't hold back, she didn't know how. Her master was the only one she was asked to respect. "You're bet," she did a sarcastic courtesy to end her statement