paradisalogs | open } around the hall we dance until our masks fall away

who; Anne Boleyn and YOU!
what; Any time during the newbie plot.
where; Everywhere! Anywhere. Maybe not your bedroom closet.
when; July 16-20
rating; PG for now.

For Anne, this is not to be the same as her initial arrival. Then, she still carried hope and love on her shoulders, not only grief and dark humor. Though she could never fail to see the beauty of the palace in which she awakes, it only serves to make her wonder (hope) if it be Heaven. What soon brings a melancholy is that she can find none of those dear to her that also lost their heads, as she had so hoped they might be reunited. So that she could fall to her knees and pray for them again.

This is the second realization to deepen her sorrows, and further her confusion. She cannot pray. Somehow she sees a world to be like Heaven, to shine with beauty and warmth, but offer her nothing but strange beings and an empty heart. She cannot find family or friend to hold, nor speak to Lord Jesus over her happenings, so then what is this truly to be? Is this instead to be her Hell? Had she thus been judged in some manner of sin there was no forsaking? It nearly makes her feet drag when she is in solitude, and Anne finds herself seeking solitude here more than anything. In whichever absolute she is to reside, there is no wish for strange companionship yet. It is too soon, and even five days is not much time to understand and accept what is happening. She cannot even suspect limbo, for she doesn't believe in it.

Her journal is first ignored when she is to find nothing there but rubbish that she can't understand even with her linguistic prowess. As she would not waste her time, she instead spends the next manner of time exploring the chambers in which she had awakened. While many articles confuse her, she is quick to adopt some of what she finds before venturing out beyond the castle itself.

When she is again within people's sight, Anne is certain to wear nothing but black, with a shaded veil over her head and diamonds to accent her wrapped hair and dangling earrings. In other days she may swap the pure sparkle of diamond for the blood red lure of rubies, but else she keeps her garb as somber and graceful as her walk. For this first week, she is here to explore, to see, and to learn.

Some spots cause her to linger and explore further, such as the when she spies a ghost, the library, the kitchen, the Glasshouse, or the carriage house, as it contains many a vehicle she has never before spied. On another day, further beyond the reaches of the castle, she cannot help but seek the merchant district, as the clawing hunger in her belly tells her she cannot ignore sustenance even in death, so here she seeks out what small supplies of food she can get with the coins first left to her by the castle.

The fields beyond the farmland draws her the most often, even though she soon discovers her right leg to ache if she walks on it for long enough. Inspection brings her to find a scar of unknown cause, and this does little to ease the confused and unknowing ache in her heart. It is difficult to trust that she is simply not meant to yet understand.