In an old house in the Horizon... closed to Nadine

[gardienne]

[...All covered in vines, lives one lonely young woman and unfortunately, the sun never shines. The cottage is small, but quaint looking. Outside, there's a garden bursting with flowers: the scent of roses and lilies makes the air heady. Through the darkness of the perpetual night, the moon illuminates the trees in a silvery glow; the little stream looks like molten metal running through the garden.

Inside, most of the house is dusty, neglected, empty, even. Eponine's bedroom isn't. There, a huge fourposter bed takes up most of her room, and blankets and pillows sit on top. On a shelf are piles of books - though the pages are blank because she doesn't know any stories to imagine. By itself, one lone doll from her original house sits. It's brown hair is matted and it's missing an eye. It's scratched and battered and dressed in an untidy silk gown - but it's clearly precious to Eponine.

Eponine's sat, not in her bed, but on the worn wooden floor next to it. Her knees are drawn up to her chest, and her face is buried in between her knees. She looks too stiff to be asleep, but she's also not moving. On her head is a rough wreath of flowers, evidently from her garden, wound together with an indelicate hand. With her tattered gown she looks positively ethereal.

She starts when she hears footsteps on the bare wooden floors and looks up and to her door.]

Who's there? Show yourself. Make yourself known.