Sylvaine
‘How does one find the Sun?’ mused Sylvaine. She had met with a little luck early on, for a chance opening of a random door had immediately offered her the prospect of an exit into the outdoors. It was incongruously placed, for Sylvaine had wandered into somebody’s bedchamber, and the door stood directly behind the velvet-canopied bed. But she went through it nonetheless, already growing used to the contortions of Laendricourt, and did not much remark it when the door sidled shut behind her.
There was a wide lawn beyond, recognisably a lawn even if the grass did insist upon being blue. Off Sylvaine went, heavy at heart but full of purpose, and kept her face turned up to the sky.
She could not help grumbling a bit as she walked, for the burdens she carried would not entirely be
