A wise course of action. I think I might take some with me to study. I have no meddling magicians to plague me.

[She leans back in midair, taking up a sitting-while-floating pose while gazing into the world-egg in her hands again.]

It's almost spring, and the Queen is forgetful, and her Gardens begin to darken. What could it be that she's forgetting, to her sorrow? At least she has her dolls to keep her company and ease her loneliness.