Painting Walls (Anna)

 Standing before me is a blank wall, devoid of anything and everything, save for the off white color of the plaster it’s made out of. It had been assigned to me by the guards that I should paint it due to my prior experience and having helped the Jarl multiple times recently, and with tarp laid down and buckets of various colors at the ready I roll up the sleeves of an old shirt- and abruptly stop. The sudden realization of I don’t know what to paint. Now this is something that doesn’t happen very often, in fact I can’t remember the last time I had absolutely no idea what to do for a project, there was always at least a small inkling of something stored somewhere in my head about what to do, but not this time, for some odd reason. Hmmm…silently I stand there, staring at the blank wall, trying my very best to think of any ideas. People come and go in passing, and if they take the time to notice my predicament may come over, which allowed me to pick the brains of the twins, Aela, and Skjor though the latter was not of much help I must admit. With an annoyed sigh I put down the paintbrush I had been fiddling with while attempting to think and decide to go for a walk, that usually helps. At least it’s a beautiful day for a walk which gives me inspiration for unrelated ideas that I store away for future projects, but still nothing pops into my head, at least yet. However on my way through the city center I overhear a conversation or two, something about the large tree that I can never remember the name of, the recent dragon attack on the watchtower outside of the city, and how thankful someone was that the companions assisted them in getting rid of someone who was being bothersome. Thinking through what I’ve heard an idea pops into my head and I rush back, make a couple of quick sketches, and get to work. Hours pass, days even at the rate that I work to ensure details are preserved, and finally with the last few touches of paint, the mural on the wall is finished. The patrol of guards are the first to notice as they change shift, and later I drag the circle to come view it, other than that townspeople wandering about see and comment on it, it seems to be well received, always a good thing when ones worked hard on something. Though, now that it’s finished, I think I’ll avoid painting any more walls, if I can…now how does one get this much paint off their hands?