<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 - first floor - moving into guest room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Exploring<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Medb, Aloisa, Open<br/><br/>"Curious," Danae said while they descended the stairs, "that the doctors that conceived of this place thought the cure to ailments of the mind to be its total ablation.  I suppose that does cure the patient, after a fashion, but I wonder what they thought fit to do after draining a subject of that<em>quid</em>- that part of them endowed with the divine spark."  She wanted to add,<em>if one believes in such things, of course</em>.  Her faith had gone unquestioned her whole life, a monotone infusion of order and morality that seeped into and permeated every aspect of her life.  But then familiarity bred contempt.  What if Ezra never actually heard her prayers, or what if Ezra had abandoned her, Danae, a most grave sinner?  Had that been the catalyst for her succumbing to the terrors of the night, and of the unholy?  Doubt, she knew too well, was better kept to herself.<br/><br/>"If we merit divine punishment for our deeds, or for our lack of faith, I always thought it would be hellfire, and not this mad descent into oblivion."  No, she had resolved she would not be reduced to Eloise's state.  Even if her mind could somehow be recovered, she would doubtless be forever harrowed by the experience.  Danae had seen it in far too many eager soldiers.  The rigours of campaign, and of battle, were apt to break an irresolute mind.  Comrades of some martial skill would inexplicably come down with 'nerves', and would need laudanum or strong drink to ply them again into battle.<br/><br/>To her companions she said, "I shall fetch the others in the guest room and perhaps then we may leave this place.  I, for one, would gladly sit by the fireside with a bottle of jenever and a pennyworth of smoke."  The mere thought of it might improve morale.  She could have added the buxom bargirl on her lap (after their encounter with the Red Woman, she was in no mood for a redhead), with fat, furred, peasant-girl cunny juicing around her fingers, but that would have even by the standards of soldier's braggadocio been crass.  She was, after all, a Vine-Lott.<br/><br/><em>Yes, this is why Ezra has abandoned me.  Aside from thoroughbreds, fencing, and fornication there is nothing that I truly enjoy.  Indeed, this my limbo is well deserved.</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 inspect the guestroom, rouse any one still sleeping, and gather them in the parlour to depart</div></div>