Eponine smiled elated that her instument might be fixed soon. She wached Mirielle go with a pensive look on her face and hoped the girl would hurry back soon. Eponine waited patiently for Mirielle to come back, but could barliy stand the wait.

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Mirielle returned a few moments later, then handed a small bundle, wrapped in cloth, to Eponine. "I believe that's what you need." she said, before resuming her position next to the fire.

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Eponine stared stunned for a few moments at the bundle Mirielle had handed her. Smiling brightly she quickly set to work repairing her viol. Once it was fixed she tuned it and gave an expiermental playing, checking the tightness of the strings and the harmony.

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"Oh, how lovely!" exclaimed Belle, trotting over to delightedly watch Eponine run her fingers over the viol's strings. "I do wish I could play an instrument."

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Lisette sat by the fire, listening to the conversations, but generally staying out of them. She wanted to get a feel for the people she had joined-they seemed friendly, not about to rob her.

Carlos, never one for reading body language, sat down beside Lisette and held out a hand. "I don't believe we've met - I'm Carlos and that's Belle over there," he said, indicating her with a jerk of his head. "How fortunate you saw our fire - it's cold tonight."

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Eponines fingers played a slow and mornful tune, but slowley picked up speed. The notes seemed to twist themselves in front of her and she lost herself in her music, forgeting the others. The tune in her mind recalled the sadness of something lost and then the joy of finding it. A glazed expression came into her eyes and she felt as if she could make the very moon dance.

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Lisette took the offered hand. "I'm Lisette. I'm glad to meet you, and grateful for your letting me share the fire."

Carlos grinned. "Well, it's not as if there isn't plenty of fire for everyone - our group's really not as big as the fire seems to imply."

Belle shifted from foot to foot impatiently and eventually whirled into a dance around the fire, delighted at Eponine's music.

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Annalett ramained still as one of the gypsies wiped the paint off of her. The image of the painting she painted was still fresh in her mind, and the shock of it was still on her. When Eponine started playing, Annalett rocked back and forth her maind dancing from the music to the painting and back to the music...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(*taps fingers on desk, waiting for another opening*)

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Seeing Annalett's distraught face she took her hands and led her towards the fire as she began to dance to the slow, haunted melody of Eponine's viola. She closed her eyes as she felt the strings inside her moving to the rhythm of the music.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

(did you lead Annalett over to the fire and start dancing, Pondora?)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[yes i did, unless you wanted to not join in...]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

(no it's fine. and if i miss an a or something, it's because my pinki reslly hurts)

Annalett just started swaying like she was dsncing, but was too tired to really dsnce

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Dashiell looked up at Eponine's music. Finally something that interested him. He was no expert with instruments but playing his flute was a hobby he was fond of. He took it out from a pouch at his belt and began to play matching the rythm and style of Eponine. The notes from the wooden instrument played a slightly lower harmony to match her melody.

Therese simply watched the dancers, feeling no desire to participate. She gazed at them with interest, rather liking being the audience rather then the performer for once. Now that most of her caravan was gone, the older ones had relied on her and a few others to entertain on the streets. She smiled as she watched, glad to be relaxing.

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