seventh.

[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?

[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.

dictated;

[freeslider]

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

[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.

dictated;

[eaglet]

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

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.

[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.........]

dictated;

[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]

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?

And everrrr~

[lara_the_explorer]

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

[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?

[whistles_the_blues]

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

...Neat fort.

dictated;

[eaglet]

[Oh... well, that's not quite as far as most other Americans he has met here, but the difference is negligible.]

1770.

[eaglet]

They are similar, I think. I do not know about types.

[Not a thing Achilles found important enough to teach him, surprisingly.]

'Halloween'? I do not know what that is. What does it have to do with pumpkins?

[eaglet]

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

Yes... it is a weapon.

[eaglet]

[That gets a curious look.] 'Halloween'?

[eaglet]

[He's acting weird and it's annoying enough where Connor stands his ground, glaring. He doesn't flinch when Ezio gets that close, though he does blink in surprise when he brings up the eagle.

It took him awhile to notice, didn't it...

He leans forward defiantly.]

Why do you think so?

[Which is his way of skirting the subject, but Connor actually doesn't know that Ezio has Eagle Vision again, so... any clues of guilt that he'd be able to hide from somebody else are pretty readily apparent there.]

[eaglet]

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

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

[secondchances]

It's a holiday. Kids dress up and go around asking for candy and stuff. It's a lot of spooky stuff--ghosts, vampires, witches, zombies... things that half the people here would probably find hits too close to home.

[She pats the pumpkin.]

One of the other things that people tend to do, aside from sending their children out onto the street for the night, is carve pumpkins. You hollow it out and put a candle inside. It's messy, but fun.

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[freeslider]

Wow, yeah, that probably explains why you haven't heard of it. I mean, it supposedly is linked the harvest of our first settlers, but I don't think it was actually made into a holiday until later.

[papillo]

Will you make a third?

[lara_the_explorer]

It's a holiday in my time, more celebrated in the United States than in my country. They carve pumpkins and put on costumes. It's a holiday meant to remember the dead, but it became so commercialized that nobody cares about paying respects to those who passed away.

[eaglet]

[He wasn't really planning to start a business making war clubs, but he also can't really turn down a request. It would be rude.]

I can. But this time I will also ask for your name.