so long and goodnight

[helaena has found herself a blue dress and a white, lace-trimmed slip that doesn't remotely fit beneath it.]

Are there many children here? Babes, under ten years of age?

[she drifts towards a window, coming nearly out of frame.]

All of them, little suns and their wanderers.

[she turns looks back at the camera.]

The sky will not meet the land, here.