The feed is clear: several feet from the ground, transmitting a picturesque view of the fields outside the mansion. The sun is shining, the grass is green, there's a thundering sound in the distance, a horse gallops by the camera lens-
Wait. A horse?The heavy galloping sound returns, brown swamping the frame, and a hand comes in to grab at the
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Un caballo! How magnificent!
Wait-- are you implying there are more of these fine creatures?
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[He's Spanish, he must know.]
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It's as if you'd be most happy at their side, always. When they're gone, part of you is gone too. They make you whole.
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Ahem. Anyway.
It looks like there's a story, there.]
...is it all right to be scared?
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Scared how?
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[Brush brush brush the horsey.]
...vulnerable.
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[He's quiet for a moment, thinking. This is something he's managed to avoid, although mostly by pretending to be less hurt or not getting that far into things.]
You can protect your heart. With people coming and going so much here, perhaps that would be better.
But...
But sometimes love is about getting hurt, si?
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That's the part I'm afraid of. Getting hurt.
[There's a little twitch there, and she reaches further to brush the animal's mane.]
It's happened before.
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Did it happen here?
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No! Not at all, it happened before I was here, it's of little consequence. I'm just not particularly keen on a reenactment.
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[Good. He doesn't have to kill anyone.]
I wish I could say you'll know who will and won't hurt you. But it's not that simple.
Just follow your heart, si?
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I try to, every day.
[Waving one hand Evie considers changing the subject, because she doesn't like being vulnerable in front of anyone, really.]
...thank you.
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[Grin. Okay maybe he's kidding, but maybe he's not! Hahahaha!]
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That's very kind of you.
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