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[abelard]

[Lucrezia]
Sister, we must speak. Immediately.

[It's late for a ride, but Cesare needs to let off steam from having to have such an unpleasant discussion with his sister. He's in the stable, grooming and saddling his horse. If ever you wanted to speak with an infamous historical figure, now would be prime speaking time.]

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[heloise]

[ Oh she knows that tone... Lucrezia lets him wait a few minutes before replying, running through all the possibilities: playing footsie? The birthday plans? Abel? Then she decides to pretend everything is well, keeping a light tone: ]

Over a magical book, brother? Have you grown so tired of my presence?

[abelard]

No. I would have you come to my rooms at once.

[heloise]

[ She inhales sharply, then closes the journal! Now you have to wait to see if she's coming over or just sulking, bro. ]

[abelard]

[Cesare waits! She really won't enjoy it if he has to go hunt her down.]

[heloise]

[ She does come over, and soon, testing his door to see if it is locked so she can slip in. ]

[amiable]

[ How about someone who doesn't know much about the Borgia?! And is willing to give a billion chances anyway.

She's familiarizing herself with the castle and its lands again, so she makes her way toward the stable. She notices this handsome fellow and takes a moment to look impressed by how he just... saddles the horse so easily. He must know a lot about horses. ]

Is that your horse?

[abelard]

[Though he's still angry, Cesare is utterly composed when he speaks, thanks to a lifetime of nobility.]

Yes, this is my steed. He came with me from my own world.

[amiable]

[ If only she knew it was Joshua who was the main reason for that. :( She smiles pleasantly, stepping closer to get a better look at the horse. ]

He's beautiful! And that's great, that you have a piece of home with you here.

[abelard]

I suppose I am lucky to have more than most.

[assassino]

[Ezio is down in the stable too, because when you have a fractured wrist and a concussion, you just go out and ride horses. Genius.

He spies Cesare as he's walking in, though, and he's tempted to just turn and slip away before he's noticed, but then he decides, no, he's going riding, fuck that. If Cesare wants to question the wrist-brace and the bandaging on his head, he can go right ahead.

Ezio walks right down the aisle towards Maximus' stall and gives Cesare a jaunty wave and the usual cocky smile.

Fucker.]

Buonasera!

[abelard]

[Oh, for fuck's sake...

Cesare forges his best smile and waves as well.]

And to you.

[assassino]

[Oh Cesare, you know you love him... deep down...]

A bit late for a ride, isn't it?

[He can't talk, though.]

[abelard]

[NO THAT IS FALSE and also you are a terrible upstairs neighbor.

Would the same not go for you?

[samson]

[Brock doesn't usually go to the stables, because what the fuck does he know from horses, but the dog he is watching is really into them for some reason. Does he like the other animals? The smell of horse manure? Who the hell knows. Dogs.

Brock's kind of a soft touch when it comes to animals and children though, so he's indulgently letting the dog sniff around....... and Cesare's horse is next! Oh no!!]

Hey. Sorry. [Let him just get by and snatch the dog away >:T ]

[abelard]

[He just watches that dog get snatched!]

No worry. My steed is not easily spooked.

[samson]

["My steed"...]

Did you wish this guy here from back home or something?

[abelard]

He arrived with me.

action;

[signedlefthanded]

[She's come to check on a few of the horses, one in particular. She wanders into the stall when she looks at the man and then moves out.]

Sorry, miscounted there.

[abelard]

Miscounted what?

[signedlefthanded]

The number of stables. [She gestures to the stable next to his and the apple in her hand.]

[abelard]

Ah, then you have a horse here as well?

[scinlae]

[ It is never too late to go riding, at the very least this woman thinks so as she strides into the stables dressed with purple silks and velvets. She regards him with a short nod as she move towards her own horse, preparing the white elegant mare with practiced ease. ]

Going for a late ride, my lord?

[abelard]

I am, my lady. Are you unaccompanied, at this time of night?

[Since she's obviously not one of these brash modern women he keeps meeting.]

[scinlae]

Indeed I am. [ Isn't it refreshing? Someone who isn't... all future and weird like. G o s h. ]

[abelard]

Do you often ride alone at night?