<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://ddb.ac/characters/13428552/TAFm5K)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - Cellar<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/>Wan light from her lantern trembled over damp walls. The scent of things closed up for too long.  Was there also a whiff of something arcane, medicinal - indescribable?  Was there something in her primal mind that feared the darkness?  Is that why she (and humanity all entire) clung on to points of light, fearful of what might scratch away at the edges of her consciousness, the doors of her fears.  In the cells, she contemplated the inmates, their visages unrecognisable, ablated into a single mask of anonymity.  The woman with the wounded leg must have been Emma; the one with the bloodied bodice Delphine.  As for the others, her memory did not serve her well enough to divine who they might be, or might have been.<br/><br/>"Mesdames, I think it time for us to take our leave of this place," she unlocked each door in turn.  It was not even clear to her if all the prisoners kept in the cellar were from the stricken<em>Charlotte</em>, but to leave them in this place went against her Mordentish sensibility.  Whatever they had done, the punishment seemed far to exceed the crime.  Lamp swaying in hand, she went to assist Emma, and so to lead them back upstairs.  Into the light?  The writings of Ezra (or, perhaps,<em>on</em>Ezra seemed more apt, at times) were filled with ovine metaphors.  Sheep, goats, shepherdesses, flocks.<em>Am I the shepherdess</em>?  She thought about that thought for a moment, her lamp swaying in the darkness, listless faces contemplating her, cellar doors creaking open.<em>Oh, Danae, I am ever so frightened of those thunderclaps.</em>It was too late by then, in the draughty, cold, lightless dormitory, for Danae's fingers were already easing up the hem of a plain white linen nightgown.<em>No, perhaps I am become the wolf.  Perhaps I have always been the wolf and these madwomen, these doctors charged with this the bedlam are the shepherdesses.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Danae's action plan</div><div class="spoiler_body">Danae will attempt to escort any inmates who wish to leave upstairs, but will not insist on any who do not wish to follow her.  She will help Emma up the stair, and try to ensure that Delphine follows, too.  Once upstairs, she will interrogate Dr Blanche on how to remove the masks.</div></div>