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[eaglet]

[Connor is sitting on the castle lawn surrounded by pumpkins. Just an enormous pile of pumpkins. Were they already here and he just decided to sit down amongst them? Did he pile them up himself? It's an utter mystery.

He doesn't seem to be bothered by it though, and is just speaking into his journal.]

During this time of year, my people hold a festival celebrating the close of our harvest season. I suppose that does not matter much here, where people rely on the god of this place to provide them with food, but it is important nonetheless. I do not know much about anyone else's culture here... is there something you usually celebrate around this time?

Also: I did not ask your name, but if you are the young woman who showed interest in a war club, I have been working on a second since my return from Fairfield and I am nearly done with it.

[There's a pause, and his already polite tone drops to something even gentler.]

I am also sorry to anyone who has felt loss these past weeks, either by the hand of the god of this place or otherwise. I do not know how you grieve, but I hope it mends your hearts.

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[lara_the_explorer]

[Lara had her journal closed all day, so she didn't hear him speak into it. When she walked outside, she immediately noticed the pumpkins on the garden and was sure those weren't there yesterday. Then she noticed someone surrounded by them, and figured he just wished for it. Come to think of it, it's almost Halloween...]

Planning something with these?

Action forever!

[eaglet]

[Connor closes his journal when she approaches, shaking his head.]

They were here when I came to the castle today. I thought perhaps someone else was planning to use them for something.

And everrrr~

[lara_the_explorer]

Maybe to carve them. It's a Halloween tradition where I came from.

[assassino]

[Ezio's been busy these past few weeks, between the Gentleman and caring for Molotov, but things are calming down now. However, as he makes his twice-daily trip to the stables to exercise and care for his horse, he notices his eagle's disappearance more and more. Laying out food hasn't lured it back, nor has looking to the sky every time he sees a bird overhead.

Maybe the bird isn't coming back.

But then, hearing Connor's voice, it suddenly occurs to him that he has seen an eagle since. There was that eagle that Cassandra and Connor were watching, back on the camping trip, the one Ezio had dismissed as a coincidence because his eagle was likely back in the stable by then.

And then it occurs to him that it probably was his eagle.

Ezio loses his temper.

Ten minutes later, he is striding towards Connor and his pumpkin patch. At the edge, he stoops to pick up a large pumpkin by the stem and lift it over his head, which he then throws in Connor's direction.

Barked:]

Boy.

[eaglet]

[Connor was just innocently minding his own business when somebody lobs a pumpkin at him.

He stands quickly, tossing his journal to the ground and balling his fists, ready for a fight.

But it's... Ezio...]

What do you think you are doing? You nearly hit me.

[Is this some kind of test.........]

[assassino]

Would you prefer that I hit you?

[Ezio continues stalking forward, picking his way through the pumpkins until he's right in Connor's face.]

Did you release my eagle?

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[freeslider]

We have Thanksgiving for that, but that's next month. At least in America.

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[eaglet]

Is this true? All our festivals are for giving thanks. [But America, huh...] From what year are you?

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[freeslider]

Well, I guess you could say a lot of ours are for giving thanks too, but that one is specifically centered around the harvest season.

1998. You?

[secondchances]

[Aww. Look at this. Stephanie can't help but laugh as she comes over to check out the pumpkins. What a cute kid.]

Is this where all the cool kids hang out now?

[eaglet]

[Excuse you, Stephanie, he is a man!! He is hella grown up. Not that he knows she is thinking this, so he just smiles a little as she approaches.]

They reminded me of my village, though we grow squash. But it is largely the same.

[secondchances]

Isn't a pumpkin a type of squash? [Mostly to herself. She weaves through the punpkins, checking them out. Oh, look. That one is big. So, she heads over to it.]

Anyone tell you about Halloween and what you can do with pumpkins?

[papillo]

A war club?

[eaglet]

[Not the voice of the young woman he was looking for, but, whatever.]

Yes... it is a weapon.

[papillo]

Will you make a third?

[whistles_the_blues]

[Blues is just passing by when he catches sight of someone just sitting between all those pumpkins.]

...Neat fort.

[eaglet]

[Connor looks up from the journal, closing it.]

They were spread out like this when I happened upon them.

[whistles_the_blues]

Hm. That's convenient.

[He'll glance around at some smaller pumpkins surrounding the larger ones that Connor's between at the moment.]

It looks like it could use a roof though.

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[footnote]

You may be comforted to learn that you are far from alone in those celebrations. I'm not sure where you're from, good sir, but there are many cultures and people that celebrate a harvest festival.

[He had been to a rather nice one last year. St. Winifred's comprehensive school had provided a choir and there had been free sandwiches.]

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[eaglet]

[He... thinks this accent is British? It's hard to tell when people are from all different kinds of worlds, so he's trying not to make an assumption, but...]

Where I am from is what the British call New York. I have spent very little time away from my people, so I do not know what is common in other parts of the world.

[footnote]

Ah yes, I'm quite familiar with the Big Apple. Though I wasn't aware that harvest festivals were a common practise in the city, is it a church of Christian denomination you belong to?

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[unexpected_adventures]

Harvest? We Hobbits hold a smiliar sort of festival back home where I come from. It's a time where the farmers gather up the crops for the winter yield, before the weather gets to them. We also harvest our vegetables, sort of like your pumpkins there. They do look delicious! [He couldn't help but grin at that.]

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[eaglet]

[Connor looks up and nods, absently nudging a pumpkin with his foot.]

My people harvest squash, which is similar to these, but it is not the same. Do your people also celebrate the opening of your hunting season after the harvest?

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[fuckelves]

There are plenty of feasts we Dwarves have...the harvest though...I confess myself unsure. We Dwarves are more prone to eating meat than what we endearingly refer to as 'green food'.

Most Dwarves are miners and smiths, I do not recall ever meeting a Dwarf 'farmer.' Thus, much of our food comes from trade with Men, and from the hunt.

[He smirks at this.]

Yes, we Dwarves do enjoy hunting.

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[eaglet]

[He is going to glean something very important from all that are you ready ok go]

'Dwarves'?