Enter, Lapin Yard

    The small, shabby home is not immediately visible. Instead, in vast herds across the endless yard is row after row of billowing sheets and shapeless linen bodies hung from wooden racks. The high noon sun casts deep shadows, filling in the white void inconsistently as they flap and swing in the wind.

Cutting through the rows is a straight path of flat, muddy grass leading up to crumbling mossy steps. Perched at the base are a large metal bucket and a young girl with hair like a witch's broom. Despite the cleanliness of the laundry around her, she is as grimy as a fire pit, pasted with ash and dirt that clings to ruddy pink cheeks and a dress that may have once been a fair shade of white. She picks at a loose thread in her sock, humming softly as her legs kick back and rebound on the cobble. 

She does not notice the doctor at first. He was under the suspicion she was ignoring him, keeping the grudge that many of the town's children had for him true. He had yet to speak to this child before, but his opinion of her was rapidly lowering the longer he stood there, waiting.

"do you....have something to say?" she looks up, eyebrows lifted up in curiosity. "you're just standing there. it's weird. I see why Radinka thinks you're weird."