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[nadine_he_loves]

Who: Nadine and various prisoners
What: Visiting the dungeons
Where: The dungeons
When: Post-festival



Nadine is no stranger to the dungeons by now. Besides her frequent visits to Flagg, there are other prisoners down here she's befriended. Who are still imprisoned.

Apparently some are more threatening a threat than others.

And of course there are still plenty of others she hasn't met at all. It's important to know the other people brought here, to take their measure and determine who might be useful. It doesn't look like Thorne is about to let her husband out any time soon, and that's a problem that will need to be dealt with. She knows (casually, at least) a number of those considered welcomed guests, but many of the poor souls stuck down here are still a mystery.

So after she's checked in with Flagg, she turns her attention to the other prisoners, offering a smile or casual greeting through the bars. She's armed with cookies and a friendly demeanor, standing out in the gloom of the dungeon with her white hair and silk tunic.

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[nadine_he_loves]

"No." Nadine immediately holds her hand up in protest. "Where I come from, you don't have to pay to learn to read and write. It's something everyone should have the same opportunity for."

Technically not true, considering Nadine had taught at a very exclusive and expensive private school. But in general a basic education wasn't something to be paid for.

"Besides, I don't need anything anyway. Aside from my husband back, but that's between me and the authorities of Thorne." She'll try again. Or figure something else out. But either way, she's not going to accept any sort of payment from Eponine. The girl wants to learn, that alone warrants being taught.

[gardienne]

"Nothing's free, Nadine. There's a man who has had me swear my life away for a grape here, you know?" It was a completely unfair deal, but Eponine shrugs it off as quickly as her discontent appears on her face. She half grins, her smile fading quickly and not quite meeting her dull eyes.
"More fool him, I suppose, for my life isn't worth much. I know men what have paid more for wine than for me."

Still, her fingers close over the ribbon, and she brings the fabric to her nose, rubbing it across her cheek appreciatively. "I'm glad you don't want this, Ma'am. I used to have ribbons all the time, you know? But it's been a long time since I were a child. It's nice to pretend to be beautiful, I think."

[nadine_he_loves]

"Where I come from...things are different. We help each other." Some people do, anyway. "There are some things that everybody can have, and a basic education is one of them. Besides, I don't teach so I can get paid. It's just something I always wanted to do, it's...meaningful. It's important. Being able to be one of the people that shapes a new generation and help them get all the tools they need to succeed in life...that's important."

Maybe because she'd felt so lacking in those tools herself, forever looking for someone to guide her, to help her, to give her what she needed. There had been no one, aside from Flagg, and he'd only been able to do so much from...wherever he'd been when she was young. Wherever he spoke to her from.

"And everybody's life is worth something, Eponine. Including yours. It's worth a lot more than you think, trust me."

Her heart breaks for the young woman. She knows those feelings, knows how it feels to think yourself worthless and unwanted. Whatever she can do to help....

[gardienne]

Eponine just shrugs. She's convinced that her life is worth nothing, or very little at the most. Honestly, she doesn't care any more. It's become so engrained in her, that she's completely and utterly dispensable, that she doesn't even flinch to think about it any more.

She lolls against the bars, smiling shyly at Nadine. "You're a kind lady, you know? No wonder they let you free. You're not like the rest of us down here. There's lots of good in you"