Eleanor
For her, time never passed. That's not to say that it stood still, but as day became night and night day nothing touched her. She wasn't caught up in the flurry of life but a bystander to everything around her. Whether she woke up when the sun was up or not, whether there was a tragedy or celebration, none of that mattered as she stayed home. Time simply passed her by, the world filtered through a handful of powder, a vial of liquid, a breath of smoke. They were her solace and peace, the source of dreamless nights. How could she wish for anything else? Everything was at rest. Even if the world passed her by, what did it matter if she was content?
There were times when she refrained. Miserable, awful days where she attempted to test the waters once more. But without them even waking up was a tribulation. Feeding, and clothing, and taking care of herself. She could barely manage it as she stayed in bed. It was soon the duty of the Hints to do such things for her. Even with that she was weary, and there were no rest in her unaltered dreams. The light of Lantern pierced through the mundane haze and brought her forth to the Woods and Mansus again and again, no matter how much she wished otherwise.
These were the everyday facts of her life. But her mind was restless now as she reclined in a lovely chair. It was plush and could bring comfort to the mind of any, refined as it was through Forge. Yet it couldn't bring peace to her mind. Action was demanded of her, to ease this unsettling feeling she would have to go out. Or at the very least, send an agent to do so for her.