And she is not squished by her velocity. Okay she'll just—not question it. Either she's dreaming or hallucinating very vividly, or she's in a magic land of some sort, and the response to all of these situations is the same: entertain the premise. She dusts herself and looks around.

She is in a forest! It's a very quiet forest, and the trees are big and close enough that they mostly block the view of anything beyond them. She's standing in something that only counts as a clearing in comparison to the rest.

There's no apparent indication of which way to go, other than the palace which can be faintly glimpsed through the trees. 

So she can go in a different way than that, how about.

"Raven? Is there a Raven here?"

Leaves rustling. Birds tweeting in the distance. Cat purring in the tree above her head. Sunlight peeking through the leaves from...somewhere. 

Nothing responds, including the guards that supposedly exist. 

Cat? She looks up.

There is a large ginger cat sitting on the branch of a tree, looking down at her. It meets her gaze solemnly, still purring. 

After a moment, it stands up and begins delicately picking its way to a different branch, around Sadde's eye level.

"...hello."

"Heellooo," says the cat, stretching out the word into a long purr. "I haven't seen you before. Are you new around these parts?" It seems to be smiling, in the way that some cats have.

"In a sense. Where I'm from most cats don't talk. Most rabbits don't, either."

It pads closer. "Maybe you weren't listening," it suggests. "Or it might just be that they don't talk to you." The last word turns into a yawn, accompanied by a full-body stretch. The branch bobs up and down with the motion. 

"—no, I'm pretty sure they're, like, unable to talk."

"Suit yourself." The talking cat settles itself back down on the branch, tail-tip waving slightly. 

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere other than the palace. The rabbit mentioned I should look for the Raven or the Wandering Seer, so I'm looking."

"Well, if you want the Raven, you should go that way," says the cat, waving a paw, "or if you want the Wandering Seer, you should go...hm, that way." Other paw.

Neither direction is towards the palace; in fact, they both seem to be pointed slightly away from it. Other than that, they're almost completely opposite directions. 

"Well the rabbit did suggest Raven twice. What's your name, by the way?"

The cat is silent for a few seconds, sitting motionless except for the agitated lashing of its tail. "I don't know," it says at last. "You can call me the Cheshire Cat. There's only one of those in Wonderland, so no-one will be confused by it."

"If you're going to see Everless, I might see you there," it continues. "Then again, you might not see me..." The last sentence drifts off into nothing as the Cheshire Cat itself slowly vanishes, starting with its tail and ending with its eyes. The latter stay hanging in the air for a full second after the rest of the cat has disappeared, then blink and vanish.

Okay whatever. Raven-wards.

The forest in this direction seems pretty much the same as where she started, at first. After a few minutes of walking, though, there is very definitely a path under her feet, pointing in the direction she wants to go.

A few minutes later, it splits in two. At the fork, there is a signpost. One arm, pointing in a direction that is probably towards the castle, says "This way!" and the other, pointing down the second path, says "That way!"

That way it is.

The path begins to twist and turn once she's out of sight of the fork, but keeps heading in roughly the right direction as far as she can tell. The trees start to press closer together at the sides, forming a nearly-solid wall along the edge of the path. Overhead, the interlocking branches block out any glimpse of the sky. 

About the time the way straightens out again, Sadde might notice that it seems more like a corridor than a path. The ground beneath her feet has turned into a floor while she wasn't looking, tiled green and white.

...okay whatever sure. She adjusts her estimate that this is an elaborate hallucination upwards.

She now appears to be walking down a long hall lined with doors on both sides. All the doors are shut and unmarked, and they show no consistency in colour, size, or shape. The top of one door barely comes up to her knees. 

How queer. She tries to open one.

It's locked. In fact, if she tried more doors, they are all locked. The keyholes show the same variation as the doors they are attached to. 

When she looks away from the door again, there's a small, round table in the middle of the corridor. It wasn't there a moment ago.

...she walks up to it.