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[weneedasign]

 [There's the sound of a guitar coming from the amphitheater early in the morning. It's nothing special, just a few simple chords to warm-up being done over and over again with the occasional pause.

For those that plan to investigate they'll find Enjolras sitting in one of the first rows playing. By his side is a notebook, the page covered in words that have been furiously crossed out and a letter beneath it.

He's not exactly in the mood for company or to talk, but he won't turn anyone away if they want so feel free to come bother him.]

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[ospreyed]

[Eponine is drawn to the sound of guitar, this time, luckily, she's not about to send any knives through it. Sorry she's still forever not sorry at all. And she's not even sorry about that.

When she sees that it's Enjolras, she moves a little faster, a little quieter to come take a seat next to him, just enjoying listening to him play.

Then, after a few minutes, she speaks.] I've been clean for four months.

[pyrkagia]

[She's crossing from the lake this morning, the place where she goes out to sit, think before she heads to the dining pavilion to take food back for her dragons before the campers come in and eat and the day starts. There are so few here who play music anymore, and Enjolras doesn't play much to begin with. She makes her way to the ampitheater, looking out from behind one of the rows of seats.]

You're awake early, Enjolras.

[longmayshereign]

That's lovely.

[Mary is having a bit of a walkabout this morning. It's no secret she enjoys music, as both a listener and a musician. But some elements of it are beyond her talent.]

Are you composing something?

[She starts to step closer, then pauses.] I'm sorry. I should have asked if I was disturbing you. Am I?

[impetueux]

[Cosette didn't mean to find Enjolras, but she's fairly certain they have some sort of sibling homing device, so it doesn't take much to follow the guitar to the amphitheater.]

Hey. Mind if I sit?

[Normally she'd banter or pry, but something seems off, so she contents herself to just sitting next to him, swinging her legs and listening to the chords.]