<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 - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Asylum clothing<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Asylum - in the hall of mirrors<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Corinne, Aloisa, Open<br/><br/>There was a moment of profound satisfaction when she heard the sturdy, weathered wood impact the mirror's grassy plane. Liberation.  She had obliterated this taint of foul - no, sorcery was the wrong word for it, and witchcraft, too.  This was some Promethean rebellion against natural law.  To Corine she said, "Be that as it may, this whole place is an abomination.  I cannot suffer it to continue.  Certain things should never see the light of day, even in this age of so-called reason."  Yes, the mirror had been a<em>hateful</em>thing.  The cardinal sin in the Church of Ezra and all civilised confessions of which she was aware was to deface the human soul.  The possibility that the ineffable sentience breathed into each thinking being could be brought upon a slab and dissected was repellent.<br/><br/>Aloisa's remonstrance was altogether more effective, though. The guardswoman was right.  There was no gain in drawing further attention to themselves, especially if that was to involve a tussle with the orderlies. Surely, they lacked the numbers to resist such a struggle. "You are right.  We have tarried long enough in this place. I would say we scour the lower floor, and then fetch the other survivors. The sooner we make an exit, the better."