Swept to her feet with the attendants surrounding her Fern's last hope of escape falls flat.<br/><br/><em>Maybe I  heard wrong?  Thought they got sleepy after?  Must not be the same with the mouth?</em><br/><br/>Even with the attendants present, Fern's reflexes bring the flight response to bear.  Walking on the balls of her feet, well balanced, each step precise, graceful,l eager to run.  But that window never comes as they are finally ushered into their gilded cage.<br/><br/>Daring a glance over at Miaren, she gives the other woman a nod as she immediately sets out to explore their erstwhile home.  No exploration of wandering in wonder for Fern, gazing about in stunned appreciation as to the beauty of their surroundings.  No, Fern's takes a decidedly rougher approach, crouching, crawling, winnowing behind and around everything.  If there's an escape route, no matter how mean, she will find it.